On hearing those words, Herr Schwatka looked at Dainty, who stood rooted to the spot, and putting his arm around her supported her firmly and tenderly, as he uttered three words:
“Mine at last!”
Donald turned to Dainty with a face like death, but only to see her led away from him upheld by the arm of Herr Schwatka. With a slow step, like that of a man walking to his doom, he disappeared down the gangplank to meet the “wife from Scotland!”
We know not for what race we are preparing. Fate holds the leading horses in her hands. But sooner or later we must drive.
In a certain copy of the “Bloemfontein Gazette” is the following notice.
Married.
Fox-Darcy.—At the residence of the bride’s brother, Kimberley, South Africa, May 22, 18—Miss Kate Darcy and C.A. Fox, M.D. New York City papers please copy.