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We were married the next day in a church in a by-street. John was the
only witness, and flourished a large silk handkerchief, so that it had
the effect of a triumphal banner. Redmond put the ring on the wrong
finger,--a mistake which the minister kindly rectified. All I had new
for the occasion was a pair of gloves.
One morning after my marriage, when Redmond and John were smoking
together, I was turning over some boxes, for I was packing to go home
on a visit to our mother. I called Redmond to leave his pipe and come
to me.
"You have not seen any of my property. Look, here it is:--
"One bitten handkerchief.
"A fan never used.
"A gold pen-holder.
"A draggled shawl."
"Margaret," he said, taking my chin in his hand and bringing his eyes
close to mine, "I am wild with happiness."
"Your pipe has gone out," we heard John say.
* * * * *
THE PLAYMATE.
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,
Their song was soft and low;
The blossoms in the sweet May wind
Were falling like the snow.
The blossoms drifted at our feet,
The orchard birds sang clear;
The sweetest and the saddest day
It seemed of all the year.
For, more to me than birds or flowers,
My playmate left her home,
And took with her the laughing spring,
The music and the bloom.
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