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Hubert Varrick looked brighter and happier than she had ever seen him look before, and, like a flash, Captain Frazier's words occurred to her he had soon found consolation in a new love. "This woman is an adept at embroidering," said Jessie, "and she is to teach me how to do it. When I have thoroughly learned it, the very first thing I shall make will be a lovely smoking-jacket for you."
He could think of nothing else, see nothing but the face of the girl he had seen on the dock at Fisher's Landing. This was particularly unfortunate, for at that moment Hubert Varrick was on his way to be married on the morrow to the beautiful heiress, Miss Northrup. She was a famous beauty and belle, and Varrick had been madly in love with her.
"I knew it I feared it!" cried Mrs. Varrick, beating the air distressedly with her jeweled hands. "But it must not be, Hubert." "It is too late for interference now, mother; the fiat has gone forth." Still she looked at him with dilated eyes. "Would you marry her against my will?" she gasped, looking at him with a gaze which he never liked to remember in the years that followed.
Would you mind lending me your assistance as far as the house yonder the Varrick mansion which you can see over the trees? I I am not very well have just recovered from a spell of sickness. I I wish to visit the inmates of the mansion to perfect some arrangements concerning a happy event that is to take place on the morrow, within those walls. I find myself overtaken by a sudden faintness.
The road back to health and strength was but a short one, for Jessie had youth to help her in the great struggle. When she found that Mrs. Varrick had become reconciled to her, and had even consented to her marriage with her idolized son, and was laying plans for it, her joy knew no bounds. It was the happiest household ever seen that gathered around Jessie Bain when she was able to sit up.
"Oh, how beautiful she is!" murmured Jessie, little dreaming who it was that she was sheltering beneath that roof. Let us return to Hubert Varrick, and the marriage which was the all-absorbing topic in fashionable circles. Mrs.
He thrust it into his pocket, this sweet missive, to read at his leisure, murmuring as he did so: "This is neither the time nor place to learn the contents of my darling's letter. I must be all alone when I read it." Thrusting it into his pocket, Varrick hurried quickly to his mother's boudoir. With a great cry of relief she reached out her hand to him. "Thank God, you are here at last."
Once, twice, thrice she read it through, then, with a little sob, she pressed it closely to her breast. "Hubert Varrick loves me!" Jessie whispered the words over and over again to herself, wondering if she should not awake presently and find it only an empty dream. He was waiting for her answer. She smiled at the thought.
Before she had a chance to exchange a word with him, her maid of honor came fluttering down the corridor, chattering in high spirits with Harry Maillard, who was to be best man. She was quite as dazed as Varrick himself, until she found herself standing beside him at the altar. It was over at last!
"You say that you know Hubert Varrick well, yet you do not appear conversant with his history. He married this young girl sitting beside you, who was then Miss Gerelda Northrup. On their wedding journey the steamer 'St. Lawrence' was lost, and she was supposed by all her friends to have perished in the frightful accident."
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