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Updated: May 29, 2025
Miss Ethelton!... Ah, me, she's gone, and here are the black clouds and the whirling snow and the raging winds come again! But she said good-by. She didn't say good morning, she said good-by! ... The clock was right, after all. What a lightning-winged two hours it was!" He sat down, and gazed dreamily into his fire for a while, then heaved a sigh and said: "How wonderful it is!
The New York papers of the same date contained this notice: MARRIED. In this city, yesterday, by telephone, at half-past two in the morning, by Rev. Nathaniel Davis, assisted by Rev. Nathan Hays, of Honolulu, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence, of Eastport, Maine, and Miss Rosannah Ethelton, of Portland, Oregon.
"Yes, but be quick; I'm going right away." "Would you be so kind as to tell me what time it is?" The girl blushed again, murmured to herself, "It's right down cruel of him to ask me!" and then spoke up and answered with admirably counterfeited unconcern, "Five minutes after eleven." "Oh, thank you! You have to go, now, have you?" "I'm sorry." No reply. "Miss Ethelton!" "Well?"
Nathan Hays, assisted by Rev. Nathaniel Davis, of New York, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence, of Eastport, Maine, U. S., and Miss Rosannah Ethelton, of Portland, Oregon, U. S. Mrs. Susan Howland, of San Francisco, a friend of the bride, was present, she being the guest of the Rev. Mr. Hays and wife, uncle and aunt of the bride. Mr.
He hastened and stood by the desk, and said eagerly, "Now, Aunty, I am ready," and fell to smiling and bowing with all the persuasiveness and elegance that were in him. "Very well. Miss Rosannah Ethelton, let me introduce to you my favorite nephew, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence. There!
But before he could make his presence known he heard words that harrowed up his soul and chilled his young blood, he heard a voice say: "Darling, it has come!" Then he heard Rosannah Ethelton, whose back was toward him, say: "So has yours, dearest!" He saw her bowed form bend lower; he heard her kiss something not merely once, but again and again! His soul raged within him.
Two little hours ago I was a free man, and now my heart's in San Francisco!" About that time Rosannah Ethelton, propped in the window-seat of her bedchamber, book in hand, was gazing vacantly out over the rainy seas that washed the Golden Gate, and whispering to herself, "How different he is from poor Burley, with his empty head and his single little antic talent of mimicry!" Four weeks later Mr.
Nearly two hours, and it did not seem twenty minutes! Oh, dear, what will he think of me!" At the self-same moment Alonzo was staring at his clock. And presently he said: "Twenty-five minutes to three! Nearly two hours, and I didn't believe it was two minutes! Is it possible that this clock is humbugging again? Miss Ethelton! Just one moment, please. Are you there yet?"
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