Our Two Lives Or Graham And I

CHAPTER I. H ERE it is three oclock in the afternoon, and I have but just now remembered that this is the anniversary of my marriage-day It seems heathenish not to have thought of it before but my handr have been fully occupied, and there are days when a housekeep er has little time for sentiment. Now I have remembered it, thoughts and feelings crowd thick and fast on brain and heart. How long back in the past my marriage seems Yet it was only five years ago - to-night. How vividly it all rises before me-that dear old parlor, where I stood under grand fathers picture, the wreath of-white roses I 5 6 OCfR TWO LIVES round it the. throng of faces, felt, rather than seen the voiee of the aged pastor, whom I loved like a father, and whose benediction still lingers in my ear-these, apd the thrilling sense of unseen witnesses, all come back to me now. Was it a mere fancy that my dear father, who would have been. so deeply moved at giving his only child into the keeping of another, was near me