Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 48: what you’re looking at

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42. At St. George’s, Hanover Square. “Qucer customer!” Mr. Mason thought. “That young mau has evidently something on his mind. He is a gentleman, [ take it, in spite of his rough shooting-jacket and foreign hat. He has something the look of a sailor.” On the’ instant, the object of his thoughts turned round with a suddenness quite disconcerting, and addressed him: “Gan you tell me who is being married here this morn- ing ? “Well, T shouldn’t like to swear to it, but I think Sir Vane Charteris.” f “Ah!” The stranger grounca out that little word between his teeth in a way fansiliar to Mr. Mason on the boards of the Britannia. “And to whom ?” “Well, think to Miss Olivia Lyndith. But as it is only supposition on my part, suppose we step in and ascertain ?” “T will follow you,” the stranger said, falling back «2 step. “Tor Heaven’s sake, hurry!” Duke hastened in, a little surprised, but not much. “If this mysterious young man, with the auburn beard, and remarkably handsome face, should be ‘Robert’ now,” he thought; “and she should recognize him, and shrieking, ‘It is he!’ fall swooning at his feet, it would be quite a lively scene for St. George’s.” These sort of recontres were very common on the stage, and Duke saw no reason why they should not be in everyday life as well. He led the way into the church. It was almosi filled with elegantly-dressed people. Two weddings were roing on. atic. the altar was quite a bewildering spectacic. with snow- -white aud azure-robed ladies, and solemnly biack gentlemen: Onc of the pew-openers gave them e place near the door, as be- eame their shabby coats and clumping poots. The stranger, as he removed lis hat, Duke saw was a very fair man, despite the golden bronze of his skin; and the fixea, rigid pallor of his face, the wild intensi ty of his blue eyes, be- trayed that his interest in what was going en was no ordi- nary one. | “They’re coming!” Duke said. “We've muissec. the wea ding, after all. Be thing’s all over.’ . He was right. The newly-wedded pairs had signec th € B reg ister, and were sweeping down the aisle. The first bride wa a Junoesque lady, with high color and modestly downese eyes. They barely glanced at her. She and her train eaile: by. The second bridal - party eame—the bride this time- - there was no doubt about it—the jate Miss Olivia Lyndi.-. It is proper. of course, tor brides to look pale at thi preme hour ei their lives. his bride was pale beyonc 2): at e $ : + : oe at A < oz 4 - < et pd — fs . —s . . ~~ : a ; ‘ ’ : »* Gn ge Oo eS an ¥ = > = > © DY oe ames Zz as »1 ee ey a ee . Se Te Keane Se rs hom Ie et %, F Tete are ‘- 4 “5, BEE ea pS teas ig ina a args eas ee a ea - —- a +> «9 on, Care of. eee ee si ene eh, ai’ apa PUP oe) yng as sae as baie rf ae Py bt ati Pe ee a comicbooks.com