This is a dreadful night." "We prefer to make our way directly over to the chapel," remarked the man who had spoken up to this point.

"The lady is warm, having but just left the carriage, a few steps beyond." "As you will," responded the pastor.

Turning to the old sexton, he said, quietly: "Will you step over to the church, Adam, brush the snow from the steps and light the lamps about the altar ?" Adam hastened to carry out his commands.

He had scarcely completed his task when the bridal party entered, preceded by the pastor.
Adam watched them curiously as they filed down the aisle, both men still supporting the slender figure quite until the altar was reached.
The Rev.Dr.Warner, shivering with the severe cold of the place, picked up his book quickly.
"Which is the bridegroom ?" he asked, looking from one muffled figure to the other.

The man toward the left of the girl dropped back a pace or two, silently waving his hand toward his friend.
The old minister had never heard the names of the contracting parties before, and the idle thought for an instant found lodgment in his mind whether or no they could be fictitious.