And, to the groom’s amazement, they left him standing under the trees looking after them.
“It’s up to me,” he was saying. “The whole durned thing’s up to me.”
(To be continued.)
TO A ROYAL MUMMY
BY ANNA GLEN STODDARD
THOU, Queen who wast,
Now gruesome shape,
Linen and dust,
At whom they gape,—
The multitude,