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cried Larry. "Well, we can make up for it now." He looked at his watch. "It's nine o'clock, Jane. We can be married to- night."
"Nonsense, you silly boy!"
"Then to-morrow we shall be married, I swear. We won't make Helen's mistake." And he told her of Helen Brookes's supreme regret. "We won't make that mistake, Jane. To-morrow! To-morrow! To-morrow it will be!"
"But, Larry, listen. Papa--"
"Your father will agree."
"And my clothes?"
"Clothes? You don't need any. What you have on will do."
"This old thing?"
"Perfectly lovely, perfectly splendid. Never will you wear anything so lovely as this."
"And then, Larry, what should I do? Where would I go? You are going off."
"And you will come with me."
But Jane's wise head was thinking swiftly. "I might come across with Papa," she said. "We were thinking--"
"No," cried Larry. "You come with me. He will follow and pick you up in London. Hurry, come along and tell him."
"But, Larry, this is awful."
"Splendid, glorious, come along. We'll settle all that later."
He dragged her, laughing, blushing, almost weeping, to the study. "She says she will do it to-morrow, sir," he announced as he pushed open the door.
"What do you say?" said the Doctor, gazing open-mouthed at him.
"She says she will marry me to-morrow," he proclaimed as if announcing a stupendous victory.
"She does!" said the Doctor, still aghast.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the Colonel. "To-morrow? We are off to-morrow!"
Larry swung upon him eagerly. "Before we go, sir. There is lots of time. You see we do not pull out until after three. We have all the morning, if you could spare me an hour or so. We could get married, and she would just come along with us, sir."
Jane gasped. "With all those men?"
"Good Lord!" exclaimed the Colonel. "The boy is mad."
"We might perhaps take the later train," suggested Jane demurely. "But, of course, Papa, I have never agreed at all," she added quickly, turning to her father.
"That settles it, I believe," said Dr. Brown. "Colonel, what do you say? Can it be done?"
"Done?" shouted the Colonel. "Of course, it can be done. Military wedding, guard of honour, band, and all that sort of thing. Proper style, first in the regiment, eh, what?"
"But nothing is ready," said Jane, appalled at the rush of events. "Not a dress, not a bridesmaid, nothing."
"You have got a 'phone," cried Larry, gloriously oblivious of difficulties. "Tell everybody. Oh, sir," he said, turning to Dr. Brown with hand outstretched, "I hope you will let her come. I promise you I will be good to her."
Dr. Brown looked at the young man gravely, almost sadly, then at his daughter. With a quick pang he noted the new look in her eyes. He put out his hand to her and drew her toward him.
"Dear child," he said, and his voice sounded hoarse and strained, "how like you are to your mother to-night." Her arms went quickly about his neck. He held her close to him for a few moments; then loosing her arms, he pushed her gently toward Larry, saying, "Boy, I give her to you. As you deal with her, so may God deal with you."
"Amen," said Larry solemnly, taking her hand in his.
Never was such a wedding in Winnipeg! Nothing was lacking to make it perfectly, gloriously, triumphantly complete. There was a wedding dress, and a bridal veil with orange blossoms. There were wedding gifts, for somehow, no one ever knew how, the morning Times had got the news. There was a church crowded with friends to wish them well, and the regimental band with a guard of honour, under whose arched swords the bride and groom went forth. Never had the Reverend Andrew McPherson been so happy in his marriage service. Never was such a wedding breakfast with toasts and telegrams from absent friends, from Chicago, and from the Lakeside Farm in response to Larry's announcements by wire. Two of these excited wild enthusiasm. One read, "Happy days. Nora and I following your good example. See you later in France. Signed, Dean." The other, from
"Nonsense, you silly boy!"
"Then to-morrow we shall be married, I swear. We won't make Helen's mistake." And he told her of Helen Brookes's supreme regret. "We won't make that mistake, Jane. To-morrow! To-morrow! To-morrow it will be!"
"But, Larry, listen. Papa--"
"Your father will agree."
"And my clothes?"
"Clothes? You don't need any. What you have on will do."
"This old thing?"
"Perfectly lovely, perfectly splendid. Never will you wear anything so lovely as this."
"And then, Larry, what should I do? Where would I go? You are going off."
"And you will come with me."
But Jane's wise head was thinking swiftly. "I might come across with Papa," she said. "We were thinking--"
"No," cried Larry. "You come with me. He will follow and pick you up in London. Hurry, come along and tell him."
"But, Larry, this is awful."
"Splendid, glorious, come along. We'll settle all that later."
He dragged her, laughing, blushing, almost weeping, to the study. "She says she will do it to-morrow, sir," he announced as he pushed open the door.
"What do you say?" said the Doctor, gazing open-mouthed at him.
"She says she will marry me to-morrow," he proclaimed as if announcing a stupendous victory.
"She does!" said the Doctor, still aghast.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed the Colonel. "To-morrow? We are off to-morrow!"
Larry swung upon him eagerly. "Before we go, sir. There is lots of time. You see we do not pull out until after three. We have all the morning, if you could spare me an hour or so. We could get married, and she would just come along with us, sir."
Jane gasped. "With all those men?"
"Good Lord!" exclaimed the Colonel. "The boy is mad."
"We might perhaps take the later train," suggested Jane demurely. "But, of course, Papa, I have never agreed at all," she added quickly, turning to her father.
"That settles it, I believe," said Dr. Brown. "Colonel, what do you say? Can it be done?"
"Done?" shouted the Colonel. "Of course, it can be done. Military wedding, guard of honour, band, and all that sort of thing. Proper style, first in the regiment, eh, what?"
"But nothing is ready," said Jane, appalled at the rush of events. "Not a dress, not a bridesmaid, nothing."
"You have got a 'phone," cried Larry, gloriously oblivious of difficulties. "Tell everybody. Oh, sir," he said, turning to Dr. Brown with hand outstretched, "I hope you will let her come. I promise you I will be good to her."
Dr. Brown looked at the young man gravely, almost sadly, then at his daughter. With a quick pang he noted the new look in her eyes. He put out his hand to her and drew her toward him.
"Dear child," he said, and his voice sounded hoarse and strained, "how like you are to your mother to-night." Her arms went quickly about his neck. He held her close to him for a few moments; then loosing her arms, he pushed her gently toward Larry, saying, "Boy, I give her to you. As you deal with her, so may God deal with you."
"Amen," said Larry solemnly, taking her hand in his.
Never was such a wedding in Winnipeg! Nothing was lacking to make it perfectly, gloriously, triumphantly complete. There was a wedding dress, and a bridal veil with orange blossoms. There were wedding gifts, for somehow, no one ever knew how, the morning Times had got the news. There was a church crowded with friends to wish them well, and the regimental band with a guard of honour, under whose arched swords the bride and groom went forth. Never had the Reverend Andrew McPherson been so happy in his marriage service. Never was such a wedding breakfast with toasts and telegrams from absent friends, from Chicago, and from the Lakeside Farm in response to Larry's announcements by wire. Two of these excited wild enthusiasm. One read, "Happy days. Nora and I following your good example. See you later in France. Signed, Dean." The other, from