Book-bot.com - read famous books online for free

The Unseen Bridgegroom - or, Wedded For a Week by May Agnes Fleming
page 76 of 371 (20%)
WHERE THE BRIDE WAS.


The letter in the buff envelope which had so startled Mollie was very
brief. There were but eight or nine lines, wretchedly scrawled:

"MOLLIE DANE,--Come to me at once, if you want to find out who you
are, who your parents were, what Carl Walraven is to you. This is your
wedding-night; but come. I am very ill--dying; I may not see morning.
If you delay, it will be too late. The bearer is my friend; she will
conduct you to me. Tell no one. Carl Walraven will prevent you, if he
can. I say to you, come--come--come.

"MIRIAM."

If there was one thing on earth that flighty Mollie was really in
earnest about, it was in knowing her own history. Her marriage sunk
into insignificance in comparison.

She dispatched Lucy at once for the bearer of the note, sent her friends
to the right-about, and closeted herself with the young woman--a pale
young woman, with dark eyes and an intelligent face.

"Who are you?" abruptly demanded the bride, looking curiously at her.

"Sarah Grant," answered the young woman--"a shopgirl."

"Who sent you with this note?"

"A woman who lodges in the same house--a tall, gaunt, half-crazed
DigitalOcean Referral Badge