Such was a brief outline of the speeches made upon this important event, but they were lost upon the wedding party.
The guests comprised the wealth and beauty of St. John and as each guest was ushered in one could not fail to exclaim: "St. John has wealth, beauty and refinement."
The scene was an imposing one. While the choir sang,
"The voice that breathed o'er Eden,"
a young man entered and took his place among the guests. He had been detained but arrived in time to tender his congratulations to one more important to him than the radiant bride.
Why does Hubert Tracy instinctively cast a glance towards the new comer, and feel a slight shudder through his frame?
It matters not at present. Let him enjoy the benefit of his thoughts while we turn to our old friend.
"Mr. Lawson is growing better looking every day," is our verdict, as with genial warmth we grasp him by the hand.
An intelligent face can never remain long in obscurity, and when a generous soul and kind, true heart are also accompanying graces there is a beauty that is unfading. But it is only the higher side of humanity which can discover this beauty. And perhaps on this festive morn many of the worldly minded would fail to recognize this superior style of beauty.
But proudly Phillip Lawson stands with the consciousness of having tried to act well his part and live in obedience to the dictates of his God.