German husbands and wives have a beautiful custom of keeping the
twenty-fifth anniversary of their marriage by a festival, which they
call the "Silver Wedding." And thus Major Warfield and Marah
resolved to keep this first of August, and further to honor the
occasion by uniting the hands of their young people.
There was but one cloud upon the happiness of Capitola; this was the
approaching execution of Black Donald.
No one else seemed to care about the matter, until a circumstance
occurred which painfully aroused their interest.
This was the fact that the Governor, through the solicitation of
certain ministers of the gospel who represented the condemned as
utterly unprepared to meet his fate, had respited him until the
first of August, at which time he wished the prisoner to be made to
understand that his sentence would certainly, without further delay,
be carried into effect.
This carried a sort of consternation into the heart of every member
of the Hurricane Hall household!
The idea of Black Donald being hanged in their immediate
neighborhood upon their wedding day was appalling!
Yet there was no help for it, unless their wedding was postponed to
another occasion than that upon which Old Hurricane had set his
heart. No one knew what to do.
Cap fretted herself almost sick. She had cudgeled her brains to no
purpose.
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