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towards him. Daylight was almost gone, but Wully turned his back deliberately towards those who sat casually watching. He didnā€™t want them to see the hate he felt mounting over his face. He didnā€™t want anyone ever to suspect what he was going to do. He spoke to his cousin only a few sentences. Then he turned, and rode swiftly away.

He came to Chirstieā€™s. She was sitting there in the dusk, her head bowed in that despairing way. He gave his horse to Dod with a command, and strode over to where she sat. She neednā€™t try to resist him now. It was useless.

ā€œI know the whole thing!ā€ he whispered. ā€œIā€™ve got it all settled.ā€ He took her in his arms. She neednā€™t struggle. ā€œItā€™s all right. Heā€™ll never frighten you again. You canā€™t get away. Iā€™ve come for you!ā€

Dawn found them sitting there together. Indeed, Wully had to urge his horse along to get home in time for breakfast.

The McLaughlins were assembled for their unexciting morning cornmeal, all at the table together, when Wully announced, in a fine loud voice, among them:

ā€œIā€™m going to be married today, mother!ā€

Her spoon was halfway to her mouth. It was some time before it reached its destination.

ā€œWully!ā€ she gasped.

ā€œWell, you neednā€™t be so surprised. I am.ā€

ā€œIs it Chirstie?ā€

Could they ask that!

ā€œIā€™m that pleased!ā€ she cried. Oh, she wouldnā€™t have liked anything else as well! She looked at him narrowly, with delight. ā€œBut you canna just be married today, and the harvesting coming on!ā€

ā€œYou bet I can!ā€ replied her American.

Indeed, he never could! Not to Chirstie! They must do something for Jeannieā€™s Chirstie, make her some clothes. Wully scoffed at the idea. She had plenty of clothes, of course. They were going to drive to town and be married, and he would buy her whatever she needed. He refused to listen to them. Chirstie might decide not to have him, if he gave her time.

ā€œHavers!ā€ exclaimed his mother. As if Chirstie didnā€™t know her own mind! That was no way to talk! Isobel couldnā€™t imagine, of course, that Wully had any real reason for such misgivings. Was it likely a girl would not have her Wully! If he would just listen to her a moment, and wait even till the morrow, they would call the friends in and have a wedding worthy of Chirstieā€™s mother. It occurred to him that under the circumstances a plan so respectable might have advantages for Chirstie, if only she would consent. And his father began planning how soon he could spare men and horses to begin hauling lumber for the house.

VI

The McLaughlin house shone ready for the guests the next evening. The light that glimmered out through the dusk came from as many new kerosene lamps as could be borrowed from the neighbors. Inside the house beds had been removed to make room for dancing, though Isobel McLaughlin sighed to remember that there would be at best an indifferent fiddler, not one with a rhythmic dancing soulā ā€”like her Allen. Indoors mosquitoes hummed through the light and odor of the lamps, and out of doors they attacked whoever turned away from the series of smudges the boys had built, and were carefully guarding from flame, between the house and the barn. Wagonloads of well-wishers came driving up as it grew dark, and with each arrival the pile of pieced quilts on the chairs in the bedroom grew higher, and the collection of wedding presents in the dooryard grew noisier, and broke loose, and ran, and was pursued with shouts by the assembled half-grown boys. Some guests brought ducks, and some hens with small chickens. Some gave maudlin geese, and some bewildered and protesting young pigs. The Squire gave a heifer calf. The Keiths, poor distracted Aunt Libby and Uncle John Keith, brought two heavy chairs he had made the winter before from walnut.

The bride was not visible. Wully had guarded her carefully, even from a minute alone with his mother, ever since he had arranged her wedding. He told his mother now that Chirstie had consented, she was worried about what her father would say when he heard about it. And because it was so soon after her motherā€™s death. Isobel McLaughlin reassured her. The wedding was the best possible solution of the situation. Let them just leave Chirstieā€™s father to her! She comforted the girl earnestly, being distressed by her face. She hoped in her heart that the marriage would put an end to the girlā€™s newly developed and stubborn depression. She couldnā€™t understand why now that the guests were arriving, the bride should still seem just terrified. No less word described her condition. Isobel McLaughlin could do nothing but leave her with Wully. In his room, where he sat holding her close against him, every time she said, ā€œI canā€™t do this, Wully! I wonā€™t!ā€ he kissed her again, powerfully. She must go through with it now, he whispered to her. Even the minister was waiting for them now.

He led her forth, at last, into the parlor. She was wearing the white dress her mother had made for her the summer before, which Mrs. McLaughlin had ironed that day, and freshened with her daughter Maryā€™s cherry-colored ribbons. Wully, harassed by the trivial necessity for respectable garments, was wearing the suit his mother had made for his brother John to wear to college in the fall. It didnā€™t fit Wully altogether, but then, it scarcely fitted John at all. In a space in the midst of their unsuspecting kinsmen they stood, the bride as pale as death, the groom nervously hiding his fear that at the critical minute his bride might altogether reject him.

He kept watching her covertly as the minister tried the patience of man and God by the length of his prayer. He tried to stand near enough her to support her. When the invocations ceased, everyone in the room lifted his headā ā€”except the bride. The minister explained interminably the nature

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