REACTION

"Will you have this woman?"

David's clear, low voice sounded over the little church, and the bride
lifted confident, trusting eyes to his face. The people in the pews
leaned forward. They had glanced approvingly at the slender, dark-eyed
girl in her bridal white, but now every eye was centered on the
minister. The hand in which he held the Book was white, blue veined,
the fingers long and thin. His eyes were nervously bright, with faint
circles beneath them.

David looked sick.

So the glowing, sweet faced bride was neglected and the groom received
scant attention. The minister cleared his throat slightly, and the
service went smoothly on to the end.

But the sigh of relief that went up at its conclusion betokened not so
much satisfaction that another young couple were setting forth on the
troubled, tempting waters of matrimony, as that David had finished
another service and all might yet be well.

Carol, half way back in the church, had heard not one word of the
service.

"David is an angel, but I do wish he were a little less heavenly," she
thought passionately. "He--makes me nervous."

The carriage was at the door to take the minister and his wife to the