"Mr. Power has come," she said softly a few minutes later, with an
anxious glance at the clock.
"Go dear, I'll come directly. But first"--and Christie held her
friend close a moment, kissed her tenderly, and whispered in a
broken voice: "Remember, I don't take his heart from you, I only
share it with my sister and my mother."
"I'm glad to give him to you, Christie; for now I feel as if I had
partly paid the great debt I've owed so long," answered Letty
through her tears.
Then she went away, and Christie soon followed, looking very like a
Quaker bride in her gray gown with no ornament but delicate frills
at neck and wrist, and the roses in her bosom.
"No bridal white, dear?" said David, going to her.
"Only this," and she touched the flowers, adding with her hand on
the blue coat sleeve that embraced her: "I want to consecrate my
uniform as you do yours by being married in it. Isn't it fitter for
a soldier's wife than lace and silk at such a time as this?"
"Much fitter: I like it; and I find you beautiful, my Christie,"
whispered David, as she put one of her roses in his button-hole.
"Then I'm satisfied."
"Mr. Power is waiting: are you ready, love?"
"Quite ready.
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