But she was happy, and she never regretted it as long as she lived.

It was love at first sight.

Grandfather was Irish and he was--was--" she hesitated for a word, and at last with evident care selected, "magnificent." "He was magnificent," she repeated emphatically, "and she saw him first on horseback when she was out riding.

Her horse became frightened by one of the animals in the circus, and he caught it and stopped it.

It began that way, and then one night she stole out of the house after her family had gone to bed, and they ran away and were married.