"Did you ever in all your born days see such a wonderful man as my daddie?" asked Jean, addressing Sally O'Dowd; and the happy woman answered, "I never did."
Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Ranger, the latter resplendent in a satin gown of latest fashion, were conspicuous assistants; and their children, all of whom were gotten up for the occasion by their happy mother regardless of expense, were the observed of all observers. These children, added to the younger members of Captain Ranger's brood, the three children of Mrs. O'Dowd, and. Susannah's "coon," made a formidable array of young Americans.
At the appointed hour, Mrs. McAlpin, who had ar-, rived early on horseback to assist in the preparations, was joined by Mr. Burns, who brought to her a sealed package, long overdue, concerning which they kept their own counsel. But in anticipation of its arrival, they had allowed a "personal" to appear in the local paper in due season, as follows: "Mrs. Adele Benson, the handsome widow who spent a few days in this city after crossing the plains last year, and whose widowed daughter, Mrs. Daphne McAlpin, is soon to be the bride of our distinguished fellow-citizen, Mr. Rollin Bums, recently astonished her friends in Oregon with the announcement of her marriage in London to the Right Honorable Donald McPherson, only son and heir of Lady Mary McPherson, whose extensive estates are the pride and envy of High-Head on the Thames."
The appointed hour had come, and the four brides expectant were beaming and beautiful in their simple and becoming array. Mr. Burns and Mr. Buckingham awaited the signal to descend with their brides. But where was Ashton Ashleigh?
Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed, and he did not come. The dinner was spoiling, and Susannah was furious.
