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"Ah, a. splendid match," said Mr.
Beecher feelingly, not knowing that
Jim was a discard.
"But do you believe cousins should
marry?'" Asked Jim.
"Cousins, sir? Of course not. But
they aren't cousins."
"Not immediately, but the Forsters
and the Grants, you know, spring
from a common stock, the Jack
"You are wrong," exclaimed the
minister; whose weakness was pedi
grees. "The Jacksons was a cognate
branch of "
So excited did he become in his dis
course, that in bending forward, he
lost his watch. It tumbled to the
door. At once Jim was on his hands
and knees retrieving it '
"Here your are, sir," he said. "Why
your pocket's ripped!"
There was no doubt of it The
seam had split, and the watoh must
have fallen out through the bottom.
"Seems to be going, anyway," said
Mr. Bennett "Good-night, sir. I shall
remember what you told me about
the Jacldons." '
Old Mr. Greenacre, the church war
den, wasia particular friend of Jipi's",
but he stared in amazement when Mr.
Bennett coolly requested the loan, of
the key to go into the clock tower.
"What for?" he demanded.
"What for?" he demanded.
"I want to see the dipper."
"Goingcrazy? Head ache?"
"No. See here! There's a new
comet in the dipper, and I can't see it
from the street, with the lamps shin
ing." "I didn't know astronomy was a
hobby of yours, Jim," said Mr. Green
acre unsuspiciously. "However, here's
the key. Mind you lock up, and you
can leave it on the porch, under the
mat if I'm not up when you come."
"Thank you, sir," said Jim with
humility. "May I see the time by
The old church warden handed him
his gold presentation timepiece,
which Jim studied attentively.
"Why, I didn't know it was so late,
he said. "Half-past ten."
"Goodness!" said Mr. Greenacre.
The hours are flying! And I'll have to
be up early tomorrow to have the
church ready for the ceremony."
Harry Grant awoke at 5 the next
morning' with a horrible oppression
on his chest He looked at the watch,
tried to .sleep, was afraid of over
sleeping himself, got up, yawned, and
began to look for his tdothbrush.
among his packed things. Then ehe
thought of Madeleine and smiled hap
pily. "Five hours!" he murmured. "I'll
surely be in time." And he tried . to
sleep again, but the sun was shining
so brightly, and this was his wedding
day. He dressed and went down
stairs. He had told the maid not to
come for a couple of weeks, and the
little house, which he had leased for
their home and occupied during the
last month, was empty.
Six o'clock came; seven, eight Har
ry went into the kitchen and raked up
the remains of a cold supper. The
rceremony was to be a very private
one, and there was to be neither a
best man nor bridesmaids. He was
going to walk calmly to the church
calmly, although his heart was beat
ing violently, and he felt like a man
ascending the platform of the guillo
tine. An endless period passed. It
was past nine. It must be time to
start He looked at his watch. It
He stared at it aghast, and then, in
wild panic, rushed out of the house
and reached the church five minutes
before Madeline and her father en
tered. Alone at the back the baffled con
spirator watched the ceremony. His
forethought had all been vain. Every
body in the church believed that it
was half an hour later than it was;
but it is no use fooling with a bride
groom on his wedding morning, be
cause nobody knows what the animal
Down the aisle walked the nappy