Was It Right to Forgive? A Domestic RomanceBarr, Amelia E.
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Was It Right to Forgive? A Domestic Romance
Barr, Amelia E.
Fiction
"The sparrows and the tom-tits have more sense than you have. They do
build a nest before they go to house-keeping."
"We shall find a nest."
"What faith! You will find a nest! Go, then, and buy the rings, and
get your wedding suits, and speak to the Dominie, and look to
Providence for a roof to cover you. You may say 'good night' now,
Harry. Lovers never know the clock. They come too soon, and they go
too late, and they talk about months when they mean ten or eleven
days. Good night, sir!"
But as it is ordained that lovers, like other men, have only feet and
hands, and not wings, Harry could not accomplish his marriage as soon
as he desired. There was law, as well as love, to consult; there were
also milliners and dressmakers to wait upon, and domestic and
financial matters to consider; so that it was the middle of June
before the wedding day arrived. It might have been still later, had
not Miss Alida suddenly resolved to spend the summer in Europe. This
resolve left her handsome house vacant, and she said frankly to Harry
that "it would be a great kindness to her if he would borrow it for
his summer residence." Nothing could have been more delightful, and it
simplified other considerations at once, and gave to the bride and
bridegroom an idyllic retreat for a long honeymoon.
"I said there would be a nest found for us!" cried Harry joyfully; and
Miss Alida laughingly answered "that she had been driven from house
and home, and sent to wander over the face of the earth, in order to
find them a nest." But, in reality, the arrangement was convenient and
pleasant on both sides.
The wedding day was one of royal sunshine, and the little church was
crowded with sympathetic neighbors and acquaintances. People generally
forget to be envious and ill-natured at a wedding, for the very
presence of visible love seems to hold in abeyance evil thoughts and
feelings. So, when Adriana, in a brave white satin dress, slashed with
sunshine, walked up the aisle on her father's arm, and Harry followed
with Miss Alida on his arm, there was a murmur of admiration and good
will. The bride was so lovely and the bridegroom so handsome, and both
were so radiantly happy, that every one present caught joy from them.
Through the open windows came the scent of lilacs and the twitter of
birds, and the old pines, like mystical trees, waved to and fro in the
open spaces. The breath and the hope of the morning hours were yet in
the air; the minister's smiling face and strong, cheerful words, went
to the heart like wine; and an air of religious joy sanctified the
rite. Blessed even to tears, the new husband and wife turned to each
other, and then to the world, with hopes bright as the morning and
purposes holy as their vows.
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