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Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte, 1819-1899

"The Missing Bride"

There is a vessel to sail on the
first of February, from Baltimore, for Liverpool. I shall probably go by
her. I shall pass through Washington City on my way to Baltimore. Nay,
indeed! what should hinder me from joining your party and traveling with
you, since we are friends and neighbors, and go at the same time, from
the same neighborhood, by the same road, to the same place?" he asked,
eagerly.
A smile of joy illumined Marian's face.
"Truly," she answered, after a short pause. "I see no objection to that
plan. And, oh! Thurston," she said, holding out her hand, and looking at
him with her face holy and beaming with affection, "do you know what
fullness of life and comfort--what sweetness of rest and contentment I
feel in your presence, when I can have that rightly?"
"My own dear Marian! Heaven hasten the day when we shall be forever
united."
And he suddenly sprang from his horse--lifted her from her saddle, and
holding her carefully above the sloppy path, folded her fondly to his
bosom, pressed kisses on her lips, and then replaced her, saying:
"Dear Marian, forgive me! My heart was half breaking with its need to
press you to itself! Now then, dearest, I shall consider it settled that
I join your party to Washington.


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