“Who could help from loving you, Daisie? You are so noble and good! No one but an angel could have forgiven me my sins,” she cried over and over.
So when Lord Werter crossed the sea to claim his bonny bride, she was unselfishly glad that the long-parted lovers would be happy at last.
All due respect had been paid the memory of her cousin, who had been dead two years, and Daisie had a right to her happiness. Even Aunt Alice, who was the most censorious of mortals, agreed that it was so, and she and Doctor Burns came from Gull Beach to the grand June wedding that took place from Mrs. Fleming’s home, where Daisie had lived the most of the time since Royall’s death, to please the repentant woman.
Ah, what a meeting they had, those two fond lovers, once so cruelly parted, now united till death by the marriage vow!
Sorrow had only intensified their love and made their trust in each other’s constancy more perfect. With hearts full of joy they clasped hands at God’s holy altar, and sailed away, leaving sorrowing hearts behind them, but sure of a glad welcome awaiting the bonny bride in her new home.
THE END.
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