The latter assembled on the evening in
question, and awaited in expectant pleasure the interesting
ceremony of marriage. The bride, bedecked in veil and
silken gown, and nervously toying with the flowers in her
hair, sat in the adjoining room. Nothing was lacking but
the groom. For some strange reason he had been delayed. An
hour passed, and the guests, as well as the bride, were
becoming restless. But they were all doomed to
disappointment. Another hour passed; messengers were sent
out over town, and each returning with the same report, it
became apparent that Lincoln, the principal in this little
drama, had purposely failed to appear. The bride, in grief,
disappeared to her room; the wedding supper was left
untouched; the guests quietly and wonderingly withdrew; the
lights in the Edwards mansion were blown out, and darkness
settled over all for the night. What the feelings of a lady
as sensitive, passionate, and proud as Miss Todd were, we
can only imagine; no one can ever describe them. By
daybreak, after persistent search, Lincoln's friends found
him. Restless, gloomy, miserable, desperate, he seemed an
object of pity. His friends, Speed among the number,
fearing a tragic termination, watched him closely in their
rooms day and night.
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