"On any other day but this!" he sighed to himself, turning from the

window at which he was standing and walking restlessly the floor for

several minutes, lost in a sad, dreamy reverie.

Like something instinct with life the stately steamer, quivering

with every stroke of her iron heart, swept along the gleaming river

on her upward passage, bearing to their destination her freight of

human souls. Among theme was our bridal party, which, as the day was

so clear and beautiful, was gathered upon the upper deck. As Irene's

eyes turned from the closing vision of her father's beautiful home,

where the first cycle of her life had recorded its golden hours, she

said, with a sigh, speaking to one of her companions-"Farewell, Ivy Cliff! I shall return to you again, but not the same

being I was when I left your pleasant scenes this morning."

"A happier being I trust," replied Miss Carman, one of her

bridemaids.

Rose Carman was a young friend, residing in the neighborhood of her

father, to whom Irene was tenderly attached.

"Something here says no." And Irene, bending toward Miss Carman,

pressed one of her hands against her bosom.

"The weakness of an hour like this," answered her friend with an

assuring smile. "It will pass away like the morning cloud and the

early dew."

Mr. Emerson noticed the shade upon the face of his bride, and

drawing near to her, said, tenderly-"I can forgive you a sigh for the past, Irene. Ivy Cliff is a lovely

spot, and your home has been all that a maiden's heart could desire.

It would be strange, indeed, if the chords that have so long bound

you there did not pull at your heart in parting."

Irene did not answer, but let her eyes turn backward with a pensive

almost longing glance toward the spot where lay hidden among the

distant trees the home of her early years. A deep shadow had

suddenly fallen upon her spirits. Whence it came she knew not and

asked not; but with the shadow was a dim foreboding of evil.

There was tact and delicacy enough in the companions of Irene to

lead them to withdraw observation and to withhold further remarks

until she could recover the self-possession she had lost. This came

back in a little while, when, with an effort, she put on the light,

easy manner so natural to her.

"Looking at the signs?" said one of the party, half an hour

afterward, as she saw the eyes of Irene ranging along the sky, where

clouds were now seen towering up in steep masses, like distant

mountains.

"If I were a believer of signs," replied Irene, placing her arm

within that of the maiden who had addressed her, and drawing her

partly aside, "I might feel sober at this portent. But I am not.

Still, sign or no sign, I trust we are not going to have a storm. It

would greatly mar our pleasure."




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