In the brilliant sunshine the bridal party slowly approached the sacred fane, at whose altar two fond hearts were to be united for ever. Who could have foreseen this joyful hour when the young heir of Warkcliff had the cold world before him--a world without a friend?
And now the happy pair entered the church, and came before the altar and the priest. The blush of Eleanor grew deeper, and a tear of joy trembled in her downcast eye.
"Behold, while she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest who to her speaks, And blesseth her, with his uplifted hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks."
The rite was soon concluded, and Eleanor was the blissful bride of Stephen de Ermstein!
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mosstrooper, by Robert Scott Fittis
