So absorbed was she in the importance and solemnity of the act she
was performing, that little room was left for thought of anything
else--her personal appearance, or the hundreds of pairs of eyes fixed upon
her; even her father's presence, and the emotions swelling in his breast
were for the time forgotten. Many marked the rapt expression of her face,
and the clear and distinct though low tones of the sweet voice as she
pledged herself to "love, honor, and obey." Mr. Travilla's promise "to
love, honor, and cherish to life's end," was given no less earnestly and
emphatically.
The deed was done; and relatives and friends gathered about them with
kindly salutations and good wishes.
Mr. Dinsmore was the first to salute the bride. "God bless and keep you,
my daughter," were his tenderly whispered words.
"Dear, dear papa," was all she said in response, but her eyes spoke
volumes. "I am yours still, your very own, and glad it is so," they said.
Then came Rose with her tender, silent caress, half-sorrowful,
half-joyful, and Mrs. Travilla with her altogether joyous salutation, "My
dear daughter, may your cup of happiness be ever filled to overflowing;"
while Mr. Dinsmore to hide his emotion turned jocosely to Travilla with a
hearty shake of the hand, and "I wish you joy, my son.
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