"Oh, yes, I am quite satisfied--quite. Baron Stanislaus was six feet three and a half inches high; but I don"t think height goes for so much in a man; do you?"
Muriel looked at the little nomad with some wonder, but without the reprobation which might have been expected from a young person carefully brought up under the teachings of the Reverend Richard Reed. She rather regarded Minnie in the aspect of--to quote the hymn familiar to her childhood--"a gypsy baby, taught to roam, and steal her daily bread;"
and no matter how carefully guarded the infant mind, the experiences of the gypsy will kindle a flame of interest. She, too, like Mrs. Reed, felt eager to see the end of the story.
The wedding preparations went on apace. The tradesmen worked briskly, for they had received information, on the application of some of the doubting among them to Messrs. May & Maxwell, that Mr. Pickens"s credit was good for a million at least, not counting the very handsome banking accounts of his two ladies. Miss Webb made all the arrangements for her bridal, as Mr. MacJacobs could not come till the evening before.
"I only hope he"ll come at all," carelessly suggested William Winchester, one evening at the Parsonage.
"Why! do you think there is any danger of his giving it up?" cried Mrs.
Reed, in consternation.
"I rather begin to think that there is no such person. MacJacobs! What a name! Can it possibly be real?"
"The name has a goodly ring of wealth about it," said the parson.
"Scotch and Hebrew! "tis a rich combination, indeed! Still, if it were as you suggest, it is a comfort to know that the remedy is at hand. You have done so much for them, Emma, my dear, that you cannot fail them now. They will ask you to find some nice young man for a bridegroom, rather than have the whole thing fall through, and I hope William is prepared to see it in the proper light, and offer his services "purely to oblige you.""
"I shall have an answer ready," said William, coolly, "I shall say that I am already bespoken."
"And can you produce the proof? It will have to be a pretty convincing one."
"Perhaps in such an emergency I might find a _very_ convincing one,"
said William, with a glance at Muriel, who had been looking confused, and who now coloured deeply. It was more with displeasure than distress; but then it was, for the first time, that she struck him as being something more than a merely pretty girl.
MacJacobs, came, punctual to his time, a small but sprightly individual, with plenty to say as a proof of his existence. He brought neat, if not over-expensive, scarf-pins for his gentlemen attendants, and a bracelet in corresponding style for Miss Blake. The wedding went off to general admiration. The church was full, and if the company at the house was scanty, there was no scarcity in the banquet. And when the feast was over, and Mrs. MacJacobs, on the carriage-step, turned to take her last farewell; while Muriel"s handkerchief was ready in her hand, and the Crocker boys were fumbling among the rice in their pockets, and William Winchester himself was feeling in his for the old shoe--"I am sure," she said, "it has gone off beautifully, and I shall never, never forget your kindness, as long as I live! I _did_ so want to have a pretty wedding--such as I"ve read about!"
If these last words roused dismal forebodings in the minds of the bridal train, to be verified by a perusal of the next day"s Boston papers, they were forgiven as soon as they were uttered; for the light patter of Minnie"s voice died away in a quaver of genuine feeling; and a shower of real tears threw for once a veil of sweetness over her little inexpressive face.
THE END.
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