"Let him go! I'll not storm on my silver wedding day," said Major
Warfield.
As for Cap, her eyes danced with delight--the only little clouds
upon her bright sky were removed. Black Donald had escaped, to
commence a better life, and Gyp was restored!
That evening a magnificent old-fashioned wedding came off at
Hurricane Hall.
The double ceremony was performed by the bishop of the diocese (then
on a visit to the neighborhood) in the great salon of Hurricane
Hall, in the presence of as large and splendid an assembly as could
be gathered together from that remote neighborhood.
The two brides, of course, were lovely in white satin, Honiton lace,
pearls and orange flowers. "Equally," of course, the bridegrooms
were handsome and elegant, proud and happy.
To this old-fashioned wedding succeeded a round of dinners and
evening parties, given by the wedding guests. And when all these
old-time customs had been observed for the satisfaction of old
friends, the bridal party went upon the new-fashioned tour, for
their own delight. They spent a year in traveling over the eastern
continent, and then returned home to settle upon their patrimonial
estates.
Major Warfield and Marah lived at Hurricane Hall and as his heart is
satisfied and at rest, his temper is gradually improving. As the
lion shall be led by the little child, Old Hurricane is led by the
gentlest woman that ever loved or suffered, and she is leading him
in his old age to the Saviour's feet.
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