"
The quiet wedding was over. There had been neither feasting, nor
finery, nor presents, nor bridal journey; only a home-coming that
meant deep and sacred a joy, as fervent gratitude as any four
hearts ever contained in all the world. But the laughter ceased,
though the happiness flowed silently underneath, almost forgotten
in the sudden sorrow that overcame them, for it fell out that
Lois Boynton had only waited, as it were, for the marriage, and
could stay no longer.
". . . There are two heavens . . .
Both made of love,--one, inconceivable
Ev'n by the other, so divine it is;
The other, far on this side of the stars,
By men called home."
And these two heavens met, over at Boyntons', during these cold,
white, glistening December days.
Lois Boynton found hers first. After a windy moonlit night a
morning dawned in which a hush seemed to be on the earth. The
cattle huddled together in the farmyards and the fowls shrank
into their feathers. The sky was gray, and suddenly the first
white heralds came floating down like scouts seeking for paths
and camping-places.
Waitstill turned Mrs. Boynton's bed so that she could look out of
the window. Slope after slope, dazzling in white crust, rose one
upon another and vanished as they slipped away into the dark
green of the pine forests.
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