The Island Bride — page 49: what you’re looking at

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A MARRIAGE. 88 "You are nervous and excited,” he said, when he came back; “your imagination deceived you.” : 5 That may have been the case,” she replied. “Oh, dear! oh, dear! I believe I am going crazy ! The idea of this ter- rible marriage will be the death of me, yet! When is it to take place ?” | “To-morrow morning,” answered Trust, smiling. benieve- lently upon Minnie. Miss Trundle shrieked again; but, before she could utter a word of complaint, the arms of the pretty niece were thrown around her neck, and her cheeks pressed to the rough pea- jacket, which was still worn by the spinster. Minnie loved her aunt in spite of the latter’s disagreeable temper, and she now strove to reconcile her to the marriage. But Miss Trundle would not be reconciled. She said she had no right to oppose the step Minnie was about to take; but, she looked upon it with unmitigated horror, and believed her niece was throwing herself away. This somber view of the case, however, did not prevent her- from making her appearance at the wedding on the next morn- - inv. The ceremony was performed in a little grove of bread- fruit trees, not far from the shores of the lake. “Squint and Bolt gave three cheers when it was concluded, and danced a hornpipe in honor uf the occasion. Every face, except Mise Trundle’s, wore a pleasant smile. The parson shook hands with the two young people after he had united them, and ten- dered his heartfelt congratulations; but the spinster, who looked as though she had just witnessed a burial, merely . stooped and imprinted an icy kiss upon the brow of her niece, Then, without saying a word, she marched off to her hut. Seating herself upon a log she commenced to wail and sok in her usual manner; and all the efforts of her niece, who rame soon after to console her, were of no avail. She cou-- tinued her .amentations for several hours, when they were sud- denly checked by a simultaneous cry from Squint and Bolt, — who had mounted the little hill behind the huts. “Sail, O!” She sprung up, and, rushing from the shelter, found the par-_ ten upon his knees offering up thanks to God. Looking in- ‘nother direction, she saw Squint and Bolt bounding down) Comicbooks:com)