The 15th of May dawned bright and beautiful; not a cloud flecked the sky all the livelong day. We gathered the violets so blue and the leaves so green of Shady Cliff and the Retreat, talking busily of other May-days, and thinking of the loved ones at home who were keeping my May-day in the old familiar places. Then back to Lincoln carrying bright trophies of our Maying at Milford, and just at the close of day, when evening breathes her benediction, friends gathered round while two voices repeated: "With this ring I thee wed. By this token I promise to love and cherish." And now reader, hoping that I may some day meet you in _my_ "Diary of a Minister's Wife," I bid you GOOD-BYE. [Illustration: FREMONT, ELKHORN AND MISSOURI VALLEY R.R. AND CONNECTIONS, TO THE FREE HOMES FOR THE MILLION.] End of Project Gutenberg's To and Through Nebraska, by Frances I. Sims Fulton