CHAPTER XIV.
ON THE WAY HOME.
MY darling—my wife! Look up and tell me that your joy is equal to mine," said Hurst, when he and his bride were seated in the carriage. "No! that is impossible; but say that you are happy, my Ruth!"
"Happy!" said the girl. "Oh, Walton, it is cruel that I can be so; but I am—I am!"
The young man took her hands in his, and kissed them with passionate warmth.
"You will never repent, Ruth?"
"Repent that I am your wife! That you—" Here the girl's great earnest eyes fell and were shaded at once by lashes black as themselves.
"Well, darling, what more?"
"That you are my husband."