My Dear Colonel,--Alick tells me to write in haste to catch the morning

post, and beg you to telegraph the instant your wedding is over. The

doctors see cause to hasten their measures, but your brother will have

nothing done till the will is signed. He and Alick both desire you will

not come, but it is getting to be far too much for Alick. I would tell

you more if there were time before the post goes. Love to dear Ermine.

Very sincerely yours,

R. KEITH.

There was so shocked and startled a look on Colin's face, that Tibbie

believed that his brother must be dead, and when in a few almost

inaudible words he told her that he must start for Bishopsworthy by the

afternoon train, she fairly began to scold, partly by way of working off

the irritation left by her alarm. "The lad's clean demented! Heard ye

ever the like, to rin awa' frae his new-made wife afore the blessin's

been weel spoke; an' a' for the whimsie of that daft English lassie that

made siccan a piece of work wi' her cantrips."

"I am afraid she is right now," said the Colonel, "and my brother must

not be left any longer."

"Hout awa, Maister Colin, his lordship has come between you and your

luve oft enough already, without partin' ye at the very church door. Ye

would na have the English cast up to us, that one of your name did na

ken better what was fittin by his bride!"

"My bride must be the judge, Tibbie. You shall see whether she bids me

stay," said Colin, a little restored by his amusement at her anxiety for

his honour among the English. "Now desire Smith to meet me at the church

door, and ride at once from thence to Avoncester; and get your face

ready to give a cheerful welcome, Tibbie. Let her have that, at least,

whatever may come after."

Tibbie looked after him, and shook her head, understanding from her ain

laddie's pallid check, and resolute lip, nay, in the very sound of his

footfall, how sore was his trial, and with one-sided compassion she

muttered, "Telegrafted awa on his vera weddin' day. His Lordship'll be

the death o' them baith before he's done."

As it was in every way desirable that the wedding should be unexpected

by Avonmonth in general, it was to take place at the close of the

ordinary morning service, and Ermine in her usual seat within the

vestry, was screened from knowing how late was Colin's entrance, or

seeing the determined composure that would to her eyes have betrayed

how much shaken he was. He was completely himself again by the time the

congregation dispersed, leaving only Grace Curtis, Lady Temple, and the

little best man, Conrade, a goodly sight in his grey suit and scarlet

hose. Then came the slow movement from the vestry, the only really

bridal-looking figure being Rose in white muslin and white ribbons;

walking timidly and somewhat in awe beside her younger aunt; while

her father upheld and guided the elder. Both were in quiet, soft, dark

dresses, and straw bonnets, but over hers Ermine wore the small though

exquisite Brussels lace veil that had first appeared at her mother's

wedding; and thankful joy and peaceful awe looked so lovely on her

noble brow, deep, soft dark eyes, and the more finely moulded, because

somewhat worn, features; and so beauteously deepened was the carnation

on her cheek, that Mr. Mitchell ever after maintained that he had never

married any one to compare with that thirty-three years' old bride upon

crutches, and, as he reported to his wife, in no dress at all.




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