THE WEDDING IN THE CHURCH.
There are but few people who are not familiar with the little church
around the corner. It is not only quaint in appearance, but its history
is unique in the extreme. Those who paid but little attention to God
and religion in life, were always well treated here, in death, and
prince and pauper were alike welcome to its use.
The bridal party arrived, and there was little of that absurd delay
which usually characterizes the fashionable wedding. Soon after, the
organist played one of the stock wedding marches, and as the bridal
party appeared before the altar, the preacher, paler than any one had
ever before seen him, ascended the pulpit.
He looked down upon Ouida and Paul, and as he did, a mournful glance
of recognition and understanding flashed between the preacher and
the bride. Apparently, no one observed them. The organist ceased
his touching of the keys, and the sound of the music died away in
the distance. Dr. Nugent made an effort to begin the ceremony, but
something hindered him, and he had the sympathy of all, because they
thought him ill. They little knew his agony. At length, by a supreme
effort, he mastered himself.
“Will the bride and groom join hands?” he said, and the silence seemed
full of pain.
“Will you, Ouida Angelo, take as husband, Paul Strogoff, and, forsaking
all others, cleave unto him, and honor and obey him, as long as you
shall live, and until death shall part you?”
And the woman said, softly: “I will.”
“Will you, Paul Strogoff, take as your lawful wife, this woman, Ouida
Angelo, and love her, comfort, support and protect, and, forsaking all
others, cleave unto her as long as you shall live, and until death
shall part you?”
And the man said, boldly and proudly: “I will.”
“If any here present know aught why this marriage should not take
place, let him speak now, or forever hold his peace,” and just as he
spoke these words, the preacher himself, knowing of the empty heart the
woman was bringing to the man, was about to speak, but his objection
was registered only in his own soul. There was no spoken objection.
“Then I pronounce you man and wife.”
As the preacher uttered the words which united his rival to the woman
he loved, he tottered feebly from the pulpit. Mr. Salmon sprang to his
assistance, but was waived away, the minister saying: “I am not well
today.”