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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1887-4-22, Page 7italtiL 22, 1887. THE BR,LJSSEL.S PO$T ma[r 0.iVisN,YnIBp•CrXNA&iJlt7HC7.„S.-+?."..d:'3:9hi,8.?:y;--'�wa1u^'124:7.eC-i1Hsi,l47.4S:-1111J.&.^:t rN•.'C.erA":.Se ilkeovereles^,'NISh.`w^.:11eeentAEr7(:irrrT."daatz�. � .'.4reezena, l• ,:4''FS: iV02202/0 U010/721T':^E,'S:51L.'.4.' LL'k',u:''T.IWEI ?.SL^:'t'1 70111W0u7F35.:S10921Ui:^^V0fi9 0 THE ACTRESS' DAUGHTER* gimes na lir°yt urptt ice n alarming er ,face`°was telt TJfE MISTRESS OF RUM:MOND) ROUST, A TALI: 077 WRONG AND Rr:,11 OR:SA. By iilrs. MAY Afl'l:,"i FLAMING, IiMING, Anther or •• i,e•1. Fora li n"Itu,l ..:Hili A aid's 4eereq" Lto., Ittc. habitants, crowding to every door anti window, in a magnificent carriage, with silk volvet cushions, drawn by two beautiful horses in silver -mounted har- ness, and driven by a gentleman looking like a lard bishop at the very least. Oh 1 it was too muchhappinosa 1 She, the descendant of many Skamps, to bo thus honored 1 What would her ancient parents say could they look out of their graves and behold this glorious sight? Wouldn't eho be looked up to in Burnfield for the future, and wouldn't she carry her head high, though! Why, not one in all Burnfield but Mr. Barebones, the parson, had been invited to dine with the "squire," and neither Mrs. nor stiles Barobones had ever seen, much less ridden in, his carriage. That was the red-letter day in all Miss Jerusha's life. Slie was sorry, very sorry, when the carriage drew up before her own door, and the dignified coachman, touching hie gull -bonded hat to her, drove off, andleft her with a heart swelling high with pride and exultation, to enter her dwelling. She found Georgia sitting in hor fa- vorite seat by the window commanding a view of the river, a book lying list- lessly between her fingers, hor eyes 'on the floor, her thoughts far away—far away. Mies Jorusha entered, dropped into a seat, and then began a glowing harangue on tbo glories and splendor of Richmond House. Georgia moved hor chair, turned her bead aside, and listened like one deaf and climb. Long and eloquently did the old lady expatiate on its beauties and pomp, but Georgia answered never a word. "Ah, that heiress, or whoever gets him, will have good times of it," said Mise Jorusha, shafting her head by way of 1r windup. "What do you think, Georgia, but I asked him if he was really a-goin'to bo married." There was no reply; but Miss Jorusha was too fu11 of her subject to mind this, and went 011 : "Says I, 'I hear you're a.goin' to be married, Mr. Wildair,' and he larfs. 'Is it true ?' says I, and he nods and begins eatin' peaches, and larfs again. 'To a heiress ?' says 1. 'Yes, to an heiress— 'monsely rich,' says ho. 'That's what I'm a-gom' to marry her for.' 'Marry her for her money l' says 1; 'oh, Mr. \Vildair, ain't you asbamod?' No,' says ho, lading all tho time, and giving mo on,. of thoso queer looks out of thorn handsome eyes of pian, 'Well, you ought for to be,' says 1, rail mad. Is she , u& .1ookin'?' says I. ' Beautiful,' Saye Ile; 'tile most 1:andsome gal you over seen: 'I don't believe it I I don't believe it!' says I. 'Sho couldn't bo handsomer than my Gooney, nohow; it's clean oupossible,' says ." As if the had received a .spear -thrust, Georgia sprang to her foot and turned upon Miss Jerusha such a white face and such fiercely blazing eyes that the good lady recoiled in terror, and tho word died on her lips. "Did, you dare r' she exclaimed pas- sionately. "Dao what? Oh, my doar 1 What hen I done, Georgia 2" oried out Miss ,Jerusha, in dismay. But Georgia olid not reply. Fixing her eyes on Mimi Jerusim's face with a look she never forgot, she turned and lefb tho room. "Awful sarpints 1 what hov 1 done ?" said the dismayed Mise Jerusha. "Pm always a-cloiug something to make Geer. oy mad without kuowin it. Can't be helped. Gracious 1 if I only bad a house like that 1" All through Burnfield spread the news of the visit extraordinary, and before tljglit it was currently known to every gossip from one end of it to the other hat young Squire Wildair, forgetting the ancient dignity of his house, was going to be immediately married to Georgia Darrell, and bolero long this rumor roaohed the ears of Miss Jorusha and err. Wildair himself. From the latter personage it provoked a peculiar smile, fell of quiet moaning, but Miss Jeruaha hardly know whether to be pleased or otherwise. For hor own part Rho would have con- sidered tho rumor au honor ; but Geor- gia was so "(moor." Miss Jorusha would riot for all the world she should bear it. Other girls might not mind each things, but silo was not like other girls, and the old maid had a vague, uneasy idea that something terrible would bo the conse- quence if sho hoard it. Bat Georgia did nob hear itThooewasaquiet, conscious delectation' Of Mrs. and Miss Boteoy diguityabonther of Into years that made Pornvinkto. distance and,mind to Miss .Joruslta was thinking of a gond people kdep their wheal they wore talkilpg; oma not 0veu many things m general, but Georgia's that must inveterate of gossips, old Mrs. unaccountable franks iu particular, when Tolcluso, would have been 'hardy enough hold, and the tall, stately aknosen step sounded t n1 ofon thethres. to put the question to the hauglety, re- served girl. Therefore, though Emily, mond Wildair stood before her. and and Richmond, and Miss Jeruslia, , Mies Jeruaha was always pleased to every one over the imloeoub age of three have the rich young squire visit her, bo. years old in Burnfield, know all about cause it added to hor importance in tho the current: report, Georgia, the most oyes of the pillagers so sho got up With intoroated of all, never &roamed a brisk, doligbted Trow cl ye do, 'aur( deeply: of its existenceplaced a chair for her visitor. radiant, lighted, leellliant;"her oyes liato stars, !tor , oawoke .glOWin. ; sho fawned to have Mina the -fabled o lair of yeah,and life, and hope, and happiness. "Why, Georgey 1 Myy conscience 1" exclaimed Miss Jerusha, with a perfect filmic()on the pronoun in hot surpriee. But Georgia laughed. Miss Jerusha could not remember when she Lacs hoard her laugh before, and tho rosy sober lighted up beautifully her beans. ing face. "What on airUh has 001115 to you, Georgey?" exclaimed Miss Jorusha, more completely bewildered than she had ever boon before in the whole course of her life. "Why, ono would think you was enchanted, or something." Again Georgia laughed. It was perfect music to hear her, and fairly gladdened Miss Jorusha's old heart. She did nob say what had "come to hor," but it was evidently something pleasant, for no face had changed so in ono hour as hors had, "Never mina, Miss Jotrusha ; shall 1 sot the table for tea? Here, Betsey, get out of the way. Conte, Fly, mako haste, Misr( Jorusha wants her boa, I know." "Well, gracious!" was Miss Jcrusha's ejaculation, as she watched the graceful form flitting airily hither and thither, like am embodied sunbeam, "if that gal ain't got as many streaks as a tulip!What will be the next, I wonder?" At tea -time Georgia was another be- ing ; and when it was over, instead of going straight to hor room, as was her fashion, she took some needle -work that Miss Jerusha could not sow on after candle -light, and sat clown to sow and talk, while Miss ,Terusha sub ab her work, still digesting her astonishment, and not quite corbain whether she bad not gond out of her mind. Tho clock struck nine. Miss Jcrushu, who, from time immemorial, had made it a point of conscience never to sit up a moment later, began folding up her work. Georgia, who wale standing with her elbow resting on the mantol-piece, hor forehead dropped upon it, and hor luminous eves, filled with a deep joy too intense fee smiles, fixed en the green boughs on the .hearth, now came over, and, to the great sunrise of the vener- able spinster, knelt down before her, and put her arms caressingly around hor waist. "Miss .Jerhusa," she said, sof bly, lifting her dark, beautiful oyes to her wrinkled face. "Well, Georgia," said Miss Jerusha, in a subdued tone of wonder. "It is nearly six years since you firsb took me here to live, is it nob ?" sho asked. Je "Nearly six—yes," said Miss rusha. "And since then I have been a Tory wild, wayward, disobedient girl; repay- ing all your kindness with ingratitude, have I not?" Why, Goorgoy 1" "I have been passionate, stubborn, and wilful; saucy, nuportinent, and un- grateful ; I know I have, 1 fool it now.You were very good to take the per little orphan girl, who might have :tree:- ed t r•v- ed but for you, and this was your reward. Ohl Miss Jerusha, dear, best friend that ever was in the world, can you over for- give me ?" "Oh, Georgey 1" said Miss Jerusha, fairly sobbing. "I am sorry for what I have done; say you forgive mo, Miss Jerusha;' e& 1 Georgia, sweetly. "011, °corgey! my dear little (1oorgey, 1 Ido forgive you," and, quite moltedt , o1!s 1 Jerusha sobbed outright. "Dear Miss Jerusha, bow I thank you. Gay your hand on my head and say 'Heaven bless you 1' I have no mother nor father to blocs mo now." "May the Lord in Heaven bless then, Georgey 1" and Miss Jorusha's handl, trembling with uuwontecl emotion, fell on the young stead bent so meekly now, and: two bright drops fell shining there, too. Georgia's beautiful arms encircled her nook, and hor lips touched those of her old friend for the first time, and thou she was gone. And Miss Jerusha found that there was something now under tiro SUM But Miss Terusha discovered, whou the next morning dawned, that still another surprise &waited hor. CHAPTER NIL. t:rclzttoxu'e NNOnel9 BEETS A MISTRESS:"lOric'le, upon thy wedding-01WDid the fluttering of thy breath Spook of joy or woo beneath? And the hue that went and cargo On thy cheek, lite lines of tains, k leworl its crimson from the unrest Or the gladness of thy breast?" Breakfast was over. Georgia, blush- ing and smiling beneath Miss Joruslla's curious scrutiny, had gong back to hor room, and Miss Jerusha, sitting in hor low rocking -chair, was left alone with the bright morning sunshine that lay in broad patches on the Hoer to the special Aia sa matters worn getting most de- "Ml alone, Miss ameba, 1" said Mr. lightftilly complioatod, and Mess ,Taro. Wildair, taking tip Betsey Periwinkle she's dreams were ggrowing small by the s000nd, who mono pueeing:politely degrees and beautifully leas, when one around him, and stroking her enabled evening, about a fortinglit Oa her CO" ,all, not (exactly," said bliss Jam visit, Georgia, who had boon out fora 011a "Georgia's u stairs, for a wonder, walk- as very unusual thing for her of g late days—came suddenly fu, so chin°, I% call her down if you like," ed so transfigured that Miss Jerusha, "No—savor mind, said Mr. Wildair. deOlened her tatting and (moiled her "Miss Georgia dootn't alwaya seem so • glad to sactno1:11E4 elle should bo 111x• tushed now o0 my account." "Wall, Mr. Wildair, you see Georgey's qqiegr; there's never no tellin' what slle"!l do; if you'epoct her to do ono thing you may be pretty oerbain she'll do'xaotly t'otllee. Now, yesterday af- tecnoon she want out glum as a porky- piuc"—Miss ,Jorneha's ideas of porcu- pines were rather vague—.'rand, bless my stars I if site didn't! coma in a smilin' like a basket of chips. My 'pinion is," said Miss Jorusba, firmly, "that some- thing's pnum to her ; you needn't believe it if yon don't like to, but I do." A smile full of curious moaning broke over Mr. Wildair's face. "On the contrary, iny dear madam, I do believe it most firmly. Not only do I think soulothiug mune to her yoster. clay, but I knew ib from positive obeer. vation." "Hey ?" said Miss ,Jorusha, looking up sharply. Mr. Wildair put down little Betsey Periwinkle, got up, and leaning his arm on the mantel, with that same strange smile on hie face, stood looking down o0 Miss Jerusha. "What is it 2" said the old lady, with a puzzled look answering that smile as if he had spokes. "My doar Miss Jorusha, 'Imam a favot to ask of you this nlurniug, agree, favor, a very groat favor indeed," he soul, with a light sho had never semi before shining m his handsome cycs. 1 "Wall," said Mie•: .1eruslla, looking most doiighxluily pergiusuu, "what i., it 2" "I want you to give mo something." "You do 1 Why, my eracions 1 1 ain'b got nuthin' to give you." "Yes, you have; a treasure beyond all price." "Good gracious 1 where ?" said Miss Jorusha, gazing round with a bewilder. eel look. mean—Georgia," "Hoy 1" Richmond laughed. Miss Jerusha had jumPed as if she had suddenly sat down on an upturned tin tack. "Miss Jerusha, Richmond House wants a mistress, and I want Miss Georgia Dar- rell to bo that mistress." "011, my gracious !" cried the over- whelmed Miss Jerusha, sinking back iu hor chair. "Yon have no objections, I hope, my dear madam." "011, my gracious I did you ever 2" ex- claimed Miss Jorusha, appealing to so- ciety at large. "Marry my Georgey! M y-ybous0ience alive!" Richmond steed smilingly before her, running his fingers through his glossy dark hair, waiting for her astonishment to evaporate. "You ain't in airuest, now," said Niiss •Jerusha, resting her chin on her hand, and peering up in bis face with a look of mingled incredulity and delight, as the faded vision of the brown silk and the now straw bonnet began again to loom up in the distance. 'Never was so much so in my life. Come, friss Jorusha, say I may have her," "W'hy, my stars and garters ! 'tain't mo you eaglet for to ask, it's Georgey. Why didn't you ask hor e" "Halve already done so. I asked her last evening." "Oh -h -h I" said Miss Jerusha, drawing in her breath, and sending out the ejacu- lation in a perfect whistle of astonish. meat at the new light that dawned upon her. "1 gee now. That's what did it I Wolf, I never 1 And what did she say?" "Sho said what I want you to say— yes." Bub, look horo," said Miss Jorusba, to whom tho news seemed a great deal too good to be true, "how about that thorn heiress, you know—hey?" "What heiress 2" said Richmond, with a smile. "Why, you know—that one everybody, said you was a-goin' to bo married to— that one from the city." "Don't know the lady at all—never had the pleasure of seeing her in my life, Miss Jernsba." "Wall, now, it 500015 to me there's suthin' wrong somewhere," said Miss Jerusha, doubtfully; "why, you told inc yourself, Mr. Wildair, you were go- ing to marry an heiress—'mensely rich, you said. I rocommombor your very words." " 4nd so I am ; but Georgia was the heiress .T• meant—immensely rich in beauty, and a noble, generous heart." "humphl poor sort o' riches to gob along in the world with," said Miss Jeruslia, rather cynically. "If you meant (leorgoy all along, what mato you lot folks think it was to somebody else—that there young woman from tl.ro city?" 1`tiehmonalaughod, and shook back his dark clustering hair. "From a rather unworthy motive, I must own, Miss Jorusha, I wanted to make Georgia jealous, and so bo euro she liked mo." "Wall, I novae 1 that tolls the whole story. She was jealous, and that is what made her as cross as two sticks. Well, to bo sure 1 if it alu't funny 1 ho 1 hof ho!" And Miss Jorusha indulged in Sr sego. ' bar caolliunation for the first time that Iiiobmond ever remembered to hoar her. "I am, glad it seems ;to please you. Then wo have your consent?" "Wby, niy gracious, yes! I hamgt the least objection. I guess not. What do' your folks say about it?' "My Telles will nob object. i am my own mastor, Miss Jorusha, 1lrave written to toll my mother, and I know she will not disapprove of any stop 1 see fit to take," said Richmond, eonlposedly. "Well, raiily 1 And when is it agora' to come off 1" "What?" 'W1 y, the w eddin'; to be :sure." I "011, there is no use for unnecessary elolay. 1 apoko to Georgia on bbe sub• jaeab, and proposed Tuesday fortnight; but she seems to think that too soon— in feet, was preposterous enough to pro. pose waiting, nutilooxb year. Of course, ] wouldn't listen a moment to any such proposition." "Of course uot, said Miss Jerusha, decidedly, thinking of hor brown silk, which she had no notion of waiting for so long. "Do you think Tuesday fortuigllt too soon ?" "Gracious, no I 1: canet the two dressmakers, and have everything ready before that, quite easy." " Thank you, Miss Jerusha," said Richmond, gratefully ; "and as suitable things cannot he obtained here, 0120 of the clrossmalcers you mention will go with MTs. Hanim to the city and pro. euro a bridal outfit for my peerless Georgia. Neither shall you, my clear, kind friend, bo forgotten; and, believe me, 1 shall endeavor to reward you for all your kindness to my future bride. And now for my plans. Immediately after we are married we depart for New York, and reinain for some time with my mother there. Wo will return hero and remain until the fall, when we will depart for Washington, and there spend the winter. Next year we will prcaably travel on the Coutineut, and after that —sufficient unto tho day is the evil thereof;" ho said, breasting off •wibh a smile. "And now, if you like, you may call Georgia ; wo must reason her out of this absurd notion of postponing the luarriagu. I count upon your help, Miss Jorusha." So Georgia was called, and came clown, lookiug a good deal more lovely, if loss brilliant, ite hor girlish blushes, and iles, and shy timidity than sho had o . 0r boon when arrayed in her haughty pride. And Miss Jorusha attacked and ovorwholniod her with a perfect storm of uoutompbuous speeches at the notion of putting off her marriage, quite sneer- ing at the idea of such a thing, and liichmond looked so pleading that' Georgia, half laughing and half crying, and wbolly against her will, was forced, in self-defence, to strike 11 .colors and surrender. She was so happy now, so deeply, intensely happy, that she shrank from the idea of disturbing it by the bustle and fuss that must come, and she looked forward shrinkingly, almost in terror, to the time when she should be a wife, oven though it were his. But the promise was given, and Georgia's pro. raises were never retracted, and so the matter was setbled. That afternoon the stately little house -keeper at Richmond House was told that she was to have a mistress. Mrs. Hamm was altogether too well bred, and too much of a lady to be sur- prised at anything in this world ; yet, when she heard her young master was going to marry a village girl, a slight, a very slight, smile of contempt was con • coaled behind her delicate, lace -bordered handkerchief, but she quietly bowed and professed her willingness to start for New York at any moment. And the very next morning, accompanied by tho dressmaker Miss Jorusha had spoken of, she took her departure, with orders to spare no capons° in procuring the bridal outfit. Never was there a Moro restless, ec- centric, tormenting bride -elect than our Georgia. From being positively wild, she became superlatively wildest, and drove Miss Jerusha and Mr. Wildair daily to the verge of desperation for the next two weeks. Sho laughed at him, fled from bion, refused to take a walk with him, or sing to him, and made her. self generally so provoking, that Rich• mond vowed she was wearing him to a skeleton, and threatened awful ven- geance at some period fast forthcoming. And Georgia would laugh tho shrill, elfish laugh of her childhood, and fly up to her room, and look herself in, and .be invisible until he had °one. Georgia wanted Emilytobeher brides- maid, but when Emily hoard that the Rev. Mr. Barebones was to officiate on the occasion, she refused. Georgia, who was not particular who performed the ceremony of "enslaving her,•' as she called ib, asked Richmond to allow Father Murray to unite them • but, to hor surprise, Richmond's brow darkened, and ho positively refused. Georgia was inclined to resent this at first,- bat then sho considered it might arise from con- scientious scruples, and though site hacl none of hor own, yet sho respected doom in others, and so she yielded, and Miss Becky Boreholes, a gaunt damsel, whose looks were faintly ,hadowecl forth in bar name, gladly consented to "stand up" with her ; while a young gentleman from the pity, a brother lawyer of R.iclnlloud's, was to perform Um same officio for him. And so old Father Time, who jogs on uurostiugly and never hurries for wed. dings or femorals, kept on his old road, and brought tho bridal morning at last. A lovely morning it was—a gorgeous, gallon September day, with hills, and river, and valleys all bathed in golden haze; just tho sort of a clay our tropi- cal, wijd•oyod bride liked. At early morning all Burnfield was astir, and crowding toward the little son-sicle cot, to catch a glimpse of the elegant bridal carriage and gayly decked Horses, and, perhaps, bo fortunate enough to obtain a peep a e 1 g 1 ]. t the taPPY. pair. . Inside the cottage ail was bustle aril excitement, Out m tbo kibehen (to bo - ttin et the beginning, like the writes of he "House • that Jack Build") Fly had boon ignominiously cloposod to make way for the aocompliehodcook front Rich. mond house; who for the past week had been concentrating his stupendous in- tone* on the bridal breakfast, and heel brought that clgjmluaer to a state of per- fection such as the eye, nor heart,1101 palate of man had over conceived before, Theme were also the two fascinating young footmen, malting themselves gotieraliy useful with a sort of :lofty con- desecllsian and dignified contempt for ovorytliing about them, except whop they met the withering eye of Miss Jorusha, and then they 10.1ted down, and felt themselves dwindling down to about five inches high. Thergwas Mrs. Hamm, in bfaok velvet, nothing less„aud ao state]y;Jana so politely aigi nfied, that the English language is utterly unable to do justice to her grandeur. There was Miss Jorusha,in rustling brown satin, her wildest dreams realized,perf octly aw- ful in its glittering folds, enough to strike terror into the heart of a Zouave, with a flashing ruby brooch, and a miraculous combination of lace aid ribbons on her head, all broke Out in a flay eruption of flaring red flowers, which were in violent contrast to her complexion—that being, as the reader is alreadyaward, decided- ly, and without compromise, yellow. And, lastly, there were our two friends, the Betsey. Periwinkles, lookiug very much astonished, as well they might, at the sudden change that had taken place around them; and, evidently consider- ing themselves just as good as anybody there, they kept poking themselves in the way, and tripping up the company generally, and the two fascinating foot. men in particular, invoking from those individuals "curses, not loud but deep." There was the Rev. Mr. Barobones, gaunt and grim in his piety ; and the Rev. Mrs. Barebouos, a severe female, with a hard jaw and stony eye; and there was Mrs, Tolduso, whom Miss ,Terusha admitted just to dazzle with her brown satin; and there were ever so many other people, until ib became a matter of doubt whether the bridal party Ioulcl have room to squeeze through. In the hall stood Richmond Wildair, loolcing very handsome and very happy indeed, while he waited for Georgia to descend. 11:r. Curtis, his friend, so- splonclont in white vest and kids, loung- a(l against the staircase, caressing Ins mustache, and inwardly raging that that flagstaff of a Beaky Barobones was to be Ins ris•a-ria, instead of sweet, blooming little Emily Murray. Up stairs in her "maiden bower" was our Georgia, under rho hands of Emily, and Becky, and one of the spruce dress- makers, being"arrayed for the sacrifice," as she persisted in calling it. And if Georgia Darrell, in her plain cottage dress, was boantiful, the same Georgia in white silk, frosted with seed pearls, enveloped in a mist -like lace veil, and bearing an orange wroath of flashing jewels on her regal head, was bewilder ingly dazzling! There was a will, glit- tering light iu hor splendid oriental eyes, and a crimson pulse kept boating in and out like an inward flame on hor dark cheek, that bespoke anything but the calm, perfect peace and joy of a "blessed bride." Was it a vague, shadowy terror of the mow life before her ? Was it distrust of him, distrust of herself, or a nameless fear of the changes time must bring? She did not know, she could not tell; but there was a dread, a horror of she know not what overshadowing her like a cloud. She tried to shake it off, lo:t iu vain; sho strove to strangle it at ice birth, bub it evaded her grasp, alai loomed up a huge misshapen thing be- tween her mirror and the shining l,ean- tiful image in its snowy robes there re- vealed. Little Emily Murray, quite enchanting in a cloud of white muslin, and no end of blue ribbons, kept fleeting about, hardly knowing whether to laugh or cry, and alternately doing both. She was so glad Georgia was going to be a, groat lady, and so sorry for losing the friend she loved, that ib was hard to say whether 111e laughing or crying had rho best of it. Aud ihore,.on the other side, sat Mies Barobones, as stiff and upright as a stovepipe, hi a crisp rattling white dross and frozen -looking white lilies and petrified rosebuds in her wiry yellow hair, with all the piety ma grimucss of many generations of Barobones concen- trated in her. And now all is ready, and, "with a smile on her lip and a tsar in her eye," Emily pubs her arm around Georgia's waist and turns to lead hor down stairs, where her lover so impatiently awaits tbo rising of his day star, and Miss Barobones and the trim little dressmaker follow. And Georgia invol. untarily holds her breath, and lays her hand 011 bar breast to stop her high heart -boating tllab can almost be heard. mud goes down and finds herself face to face with the future lord. of her destiny. And then Emily kisses and relinquishes her, and sho soaks up with the old deft. ant look ho knows ea well in his hand- some young face, and ho smiles and whispers something, and draws her arm within his and Hunts to do in. Aud then Mr.Curhis swallows a grimace, and offers his aril to hiss 13arebonoe, and that wise maiden gingerly lays filo tips of her white laid glove 00 his broadcloth sleeve, and with a face of awful solem- nity is lccl in, and the ceremony cool. mentos, And all through it Georgia stands with her oyes burning into the floor, and tho red spot coming and going with every breath on her cheek, and 1irrdll re Bees that it hes commenced until it is all over, and sho hears, 'What God hath joineil together let no man put, .asuudor,'..lend then there is crowd- ing around and a great deal of unneces- spry kissing done, and Emily and Miss ,Jeruslia aro orying, and b,Ir. Curtis and Mv. Barobonos, and the rest, are shalc- inghands and calling her "Mrs.Wildair," and than, with a ehook and n thrill, Georgia roalizes,she is metaled. 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