A simple espousal service followed, and then the company gathered dispersed, going to join in hastily-arranged festivities in the park by the temple. The Hospitaler and the missioners were auditors.
“Nourahmal, I can well believe, was a rare beauty; her grand-child has her features, and she’s a vision.”
“What time my friend here, the Hospitaler, did not engage me I was admiring the groom,” Miriamne responded to her husband.
“He hails from the Jabbock country,” remarked the knight.
“Jabbock? Faithful Ichabod’s native place?” exclaimed Miriamne.
“He was the groom’s uncle,” quoth the knight.
Then the trio were silent, the thoughts of each following back over the past years and along God’s providences. The way life’s lines were crossed, interwoven and entangled seemed to each very wonderful.