[CHAPTER XXXV.]
THE END OF THE LIVELY BEE.
The marriage of Harry Vernon with the daughter of Colonel Jones was an event of note in Washington society. No matter how quiet the contracting parties wished it to be, the people said, "No."
Vernon was a public man. He belonged to the public, and his marriage must be a public one.
Such was the verdict of society, and to its edict he had to bow.
The ceremony was but halfway through when a man, wan and weary looking, entered the church and took a seat in the rear pew.
None seemed to recognize him until the bride, leaning on her husband's arm, was nearly opposite him.
Then the groom turned, and with a glad shout left his wife and clasped the stranger's hand.
"Tempest! My dear fellow, you don't know how glad I am to see you."