Children's stories; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
Just while Wych Hazel made those three steps into the room, there
was a pause upon all that saw her. A half smothered 'My dear!'
came from Mrs. Coles' astonished lips, and was arrested mid way.
For so many seconds Dane did not move, losing everything else in
the direct vision; but then he was at Wych Hazel's side
immediately and gave her his arm. A great light had come up into
his face, all the light of a smile, but he was not smiling. He led
Wych Hazel forward till they stood at the edge of the semicircle
which had spread out right and left of the table, everybody having
risen to his feet.
'You see what we want of you, Dr. Maryland,' he said. 'Will you
do us the greatest favour you ever can do us?'
'My dear boy!Dane!' exclaimed the old doctor in
bewilderment,'is it possible? Is this little lady ready on such
short notice?'
'She is ready,'replied Dane, with a hidden ring of strength and
tenderness in his voice that only one person could fairly
comprehend. And Dr. Maryland seeing them stand still waiting
before him was fain to believe his eyes and began to bestir himself
to make his preparations. Not many were needed.
'There is a Bible on that table yonder, Arthur,' said Rollo, standing
like a rock. Mrs. Coles by this time found breath.
'But Dane!My dear Miss Kennedy!you _don't_ surely mean to
do without having a wedding?'
'Hush, Prue!' said her sister.
'But I never heard of such a thing in my life!'
Nobody heeded her.
Dr. Maryland was ready, and Dane leading Wych Hazel to a place
in front of him, dropped her arm and stood beside her. It was time,
for a crisis will not bear tampering with; and the girl had grown
visibly paler under pressure of Mrs. Coles, and hands were
trembling a little, and lips almost. Then she drew herself up with
her old quick gesture, and sealed all that, and hid it away. And it
was but a few minutes. There was no want of sympathy in Dr.
Maryland's sweet, grave ministration; a little accent of gladness
was here and there perceptible, and his prayers were exceedingly
earnest and loving. The words of address he directed to the two
young people were searching and stirring words, such as Dr.
Maryland could well speak; but it was all swiftly over, though his
utterances were the reverse of swift. On the contrary, they were
tender and deliberate. But even so, it was quickly over, and Hazel
was receiving the congratulations of her little knot of friends.
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