ld,
angry storm which rent the sky when once more 'neath Uncle Joshua's roof a
bridal party was assembled.

As night approached, carriage after carriage rolled up the long, graveled
pathway, until Ike declared, "Thar was no more room in the barns, and if
any more came he'd have to drive them into the kitchen."

Up and down the broad stairway tripped light and joyous footsteps until
the rooms above, which Luce had put in so exact order, presented a scene
of complete confusion. Bandboxes were turned bottom-side up and their
contents indiscriminately scattered until it was impossible to tell what
was yours and what wasn't.

At length through the parlor door came Dr. Lacey and Fanny, followed by
Frank Cameron and Florence. Throughout the rooms was a solemn hush as
Fanny was made Dr. Lacey's wife. Firmly Dr. Lacey held her hand until the
last word was spoken; then when he felt sure that she was his, he stooped
down and whispered in her ear, "Thank God that you are mine at last."

Three days after the wedding Mr. Middleton's carriage again stood before
the door. When all was ready, Uncle Joshua knelt down, and winding his arm
around Fanny, prayed in simple, touching language that God would protect
his Sunshine, and at last bring them all to the same home. "All of us; and
don't let one be missing thar." There was a peculiar pathos in the tone of
his voice as he said the last words, and all knew to whom he referred.

Long and wearisome at Mr. Middleton's were the days succeeding Fanny's
departure, while in Dr. Lacey's home all was joy and gladness.

It was about dark when Dr. Lacey arrived. Happy as a bird, Fanny sprang up
the steps. Everything about her seemed homelike and cheerful. Kind, dusky
faces peered at her from every corner, while Aunt Dilsey, with a
complacent smile, stood ready to receive her. Fanny was prepared to like
everything, but there was something peculiarly pleasing to her in Aunt
Dilsey's broad, good-humored face. Going up to her she took both her
hands, and said, "I know we shall be good friends. I shall like you and
you shall love me a little, won't you, just as the old aunties did I left
in Kentucky?"

Aunt Dilsey hadn't expected all this, and the poor creature burst into
tears, saying, "Lord bless the sweet miss! I'd die for her this minute, I
would."

Rondeau, Leffie and the other blacks belonging to the establishment, now
came forward, and in the crowd little Jack's bow was entirely
unappreci