and the Reverend Vic Nixon married us in the presence of

"I don't like that," was the lady's remark.

She certainly might have asked more sensible questions; but if she

had not been allowed to say just what she liked, would her daughter

have been there, leaning so gracefully on her shoulder, and looking

straight before her, with a smile that was almost mournful on her

Mr. Alfred again spoke of Italy, and of the glorious colors in

Italian scenery; the purple hills, the deep blue of the Mediterranean,

the azure of southern skies, whose brightness and glory could only