A Woman's Glory (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883. Excerpt: ... AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. HEY were not to start till afternoon; but Bride rose early, and went out into the old garden soon after the tardy sunrise. It was now a wilderness of yellow leaves, with clusters of evergreens showing darkly here and there, and walks and foliage were dank with heavy dew. She was wearing a dark grey tweed gown, which Aunt Margery, with some vague anticipation of a hasty summons, had had made for her, and she drew the skirt carefully away from contact with the wet bushes. It was by no means a costly gown, but suitable enough for a travelling costume, and tasteful enough to stand the test of Sir Bertram's criticism. As to ball and dinner-dresses, she could have them in plenty by-and-by; but this homely tweed was, perhaps, the last gift of a self-denying love. As she looked down at the soft grey skirt, the sudden tears sprang to her eyes, and there came to her that keen consciousness of loss which does so often come to us in the midst of newly found prosperity. Our delicate kid gloves will not hold out kindly palms to us in our need, nor will our Paris shoes run to succour us like the willing feet of an old friend. The grave aunt and uncle had been dull companions for a young girl; and yet what good thing had she lacked with them? She had never known the extent of their sacrifices for her sake, but she did know that they had lived for her, rather than for themselves. There was a rich cluster of pansies, purple and gold, growing in the old spot. She stooped and gathered a handful, and then carried them upstairs to her room, where they would be kept fresh in a glass of water till she was ready to depart. She wanted to wear some of the old garden flowers on her journey: flowers that would breathe sweetly of this lowly home that ...