Rocky Mountain Sam — page 236: what you’re looking at

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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 227 at the door of the pavilion and then a look at the lady at her side, who was to enact for her the part of bridesmaid. The delay grew every moment more awkward, and seemed particularly annoying to jolly T'eddy McGuire, who with blushing Norah Rafferty at his side, was impatient for the ceremony to begin. Sincere pity began to be excited for the unfortunate position in which Miss Yearning was placed —for in spite of her faults and absurdities, she was a gen- eral favorite; when the colonel, who stood at the entrance, shading his eyes with his hand as he gazed upward and’ away, cried out, heartily: ‘All right, here he comes!” Cheers were heard on the prairie outside, there was a general movement to the door of the tent, and Miss Ger- trude, with beaming eyes, swept through the crowd, at- — tended by her friend. ‘“‘Ah, how handsome he looks!” she murmured, looking out; ‘‘and how gladly the rough hunters greet him, dear fellow.” The new arrival, which had been waited for so impa- tiently, was none other than Professor Max Airy, in his balloon. | | It would be supererogatory to our story, now so rapidly drawing to aclose, to refer back to the brief, strange, and unlooked-for wooing which had transformed our eccentric old friend into a gay and festive bridegroom, or to cavil as to whether that wooing had been most upon his side or that of the lady. | Let it suffice that he was indeed the happy man. A grati- fying transformation had taken place in his personal ‘ap- pearance, as wellas in the state of his heart. ‘The ridicu- lous peaked cap and flowing white garments, which had _ once won the bearer the title of the White Hermit, had given place to a becoming and respectable, if well-worn, dress-suit of black—probably the hoarded relic of more civilized days ere the illusion of having crossed the icy barriers of the great Antarctic Ocean had arisen to muddle and bedim his intellect. His hatchety face was wrinkled with smiles as he stepped lightly from the car of his air-ship, in recognition of the congratulations that rained upon him, and with a quick, springing step, advanced to meet his bride, to offer excuses for his delay. Whatever the latter may have been they were deemed (ele) Comicbooks