She was obliged to give up everything to the true heirs. Thus she and her children became very poor again. Though the brothers and sisters gave her a comfortable house, and provided for her, she was very ungrateful.
She was a disappointed woman, unhappy herself and making others so around her.
It was a glorious day when the young people were married, and Zoie in her snow-white robes and rich lace veil, was as fair a bride as the sun could shine upon.
All the old friends of the family were invited to the wedding feast, and the old servants taken home again.
Every one was rejoiced to see the orphans enjoying their own—but of them all—no one was so happy as the old miller, and when he kissed the bride after the ceremony, he whispered, “bless your little heart, I could not live without my child.” The young bride looked into his face, with beaming eyes, and answered only “my father.”
Thus they were all happy, and, through the changing scenes of life, the goodness and faith of the wife and mother, never failed. Like the little maid, Zoie, in the dark night, she trusted, and God always took care of them.
CRIMSON TUFT.
In the early days, many strange things happened. It was the mystical age of romance in the Gold Land, and people seemed to live years in months, or even weeks. Thus a great deal has been forgotten.