Once or twice she took a telegram from her pocket,
stood still and read it; then tramped on, to the wonder of the
words: "Special license easily obtained." Ah, the license might be
easy to obtain; but how about his forgiveness? That must be obtained
first. If there were only this darling boy to deal with, in his
white flannels and yellow roses, with a May-Day madness in his
veins, the license might come at once; and all he could wish should
happen without delay. But this is a passing phase of Garth. What she
has to deal with is the white-faced man, who calmly said: "I accept
the cross," and walked down the village church leaving her--for all
these years. Loving her, as he loved her; and yet leaving her,--
without word or sign, for three long years. To hire, was the
confession; his would be the decision; and, somehow, it did not
surprise her, when she came down to luncheon, a little late, to find
HIM seated at the table.
"Miss Gray," he said gravely, as he heard her enter, "I must
apologise for my behaviour this morning.
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