" "Really, Marguerite is as pretty as the bride." "Oh,
indeed; fine feathers make fine birds." "If our girls could have all
the money they want and nothing to do I bet you they would look
better than any one of them." "Well, well. The world is ill
divided." "Isn't Miss ---- gorgeous in that lovely lace." "If we had
some of the money that has been spent upon them dresses we wouldn't
have to work any this summer."
Such was a brief outline of the speeches made upon this important
event, but they were lost upon the wedding party.
The guests comprised the wealth and beauty of St. John and as each
guest was ushered in one could not fail to exclaim: "St. John has
wealth, beauty and refinement."
The scene was an imposing one. While the choir sang,
"The voice that breathed o'er Eden,"
a young man entered and took his place among the guests. He had been
detained but arrived in time to tender his congratulations to one
more important to him than the radiant bride.
Why does Hubert Tracy instinctively cast a glance towards the new
comer, and feel a slight shudder through his frame?
It matters not at present. Let him enjoy the benefit of his thoughts
while we turn to our old friend.
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