CHAPTER XXII.

CLARA'S MARRIAGE.

Willie was anxious that an early day should be appointed for our

marriage; but I was unwilling that our marriage should take place until

the ensuing spring. I wished not so suddenly to leave my uncle for the

long wedding tour which Willie had in contemplation.

Laura and Georgania, accompanied by their husbands, came at Christmas to

visit their parents. It was indeed a joyful family reunion. We accepted

our present happiness, and made no unpleasant allusions to the past. If

Georgania retained any of her old ways that were not agreeable, I was

too much occupied by my own new-found happiness to be annoyed by them.

Willie generously urged his father to use a portion of the wealth he had

inherited from his deceased relative in settling his deranged business

affairs, and Mr. Leighton finally accepted the noble offer. Accordingly,

he paid off the debts, and again started a business, which, if on a

smaller scale than formerly, rested on a firmer basis.

During the winter, my uncle made a will bestowing the chief part of his

wealth upon me. The house in which we resided, he intended as a

wedding-gift, saying that we must accept of the gift encumbered by the

giver, as he wished to reside with me during the remainder of his life.

"I have reserved enough," said my uncle, "for my own private use; and

who has so rightful a claim to the wealth which a kind Providence has

bestowed upon me, as the daughter of my twin brother?"

From the time of Willie's return the health of Mrs. Leighton slowly, but

surely, improved; and, when winter softened into the balmy days of

spring, her health became fully restored.

We were married on the twentieth of May; and, as Willie had decided upon

England for our wedding tour, we sailed immediately after our marriage.

We returned to our home, in Philadelphia, in October.

We soon found ourselves permanently settled in our own home, to the

great joy of Mrs. O'Flaherty, who still retained her position as

house-keeper.

"Indade, me daar misthress," said she, "an' it's good to see yees at

home agin; for wasn't this the lonesom place whiles ye was absint."

Soon after our return, I mentioned the promise which I made long ago to

Aunt Patience, that if I ever should possess a home of my own, I would

receive her as an inmate of that home.

"I well remember," replied Willie, "the kind aunt who attended your

mother during her last illness, and I will gladly do my utmost to render

happy her declining years."

I had secretly felt some fears that my uncle might object to our

receiving Aunt Patience to our home. A short time after, I mentioned the

matter to my uncle, telling him of my mother's dying injunction to me,

that I should not neglect Aunt Patience in her old age. His reply put

all my fears to flight.

"I am glad, Clara," said my uncle, "to see that you respect the wishes

of your deceased mother. Our dwelling is large, and we can surely find

room for Aunt Patience. I will go for her myself, as I am at leisure,

and would enjoy the journey."

With a light heart, I wrote to Aunt Patience, informing her of our

intentions; and a few days later, my uncle set out on his journey to

Massachusetts. When he returned, accompanied by my aged relative, tears

mingled with my welcome, so vividly was my mother recalled to my mind by

the meeting.

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