"You said you meant to get back to the city in time to catch that limited for New York, and you haven't got much margin, Daniel, I can tell you that!" * * * * * It seemed to the people who heard of it afterward a most romantic marriage, that of Sylvia and Dan Harwood; but whatever view we may take of this, it was certainly of all weddings the simplest.

They stood there before the mantel above which still hung the broken half of a ship's wheel.

Mrs.Owen, very tall and gaunt, was at one side, and Dr.Wandless at the other; and old Mary, abashed and bewildered, looked on with dilated eyes and crossed herself at intervals.
John Ware drew a service book from his pocket, and his fingers trembled as he began.

For none in the room, not even for Sylvia, had this hour deeper meaning than for the gray soldier.

He read slowly, as though this were a new thing in the world, that a man and a woman had chosen to walk together to the end of their days.