blue on the branch and blue in the sky,

and naught between but the breezes high;

and naught so blue by the breezes stirred

as the deep, deep blue of the indigo bird.

joy in the branch and joy in the sky,

and naught between but the breezes high,

and naught so glad on the breezes heard

as the gay, gay note of the indigo bird.

—ethelwyn wetherald.

miss arabella's wedding day was a perfect rose of june as it dawned over the hills and dales of oro and waked the robins in treasure valley to ecstatic song. the date was two weeks later than that set for the elopement, for the bridegroom needed some time to recover from his injudicious attempt to cross the swamp and surprise his little bride by arriving a day earlier.

then the doctor was in almost as bad a plight, with a wrenched arm and a great gash in his forehead; and in any case, the wedding must needs wait until he could make a respectable appearance as best man. mrs. winters, too, declared she must have a few days to recover her breath and get used to the idea of arabella getting married, not to speak of all the preparations for the grand wedding she had decreed they must have.

and besides, the village needed two weeks, at least, to settle down after the memorable night when they had almost lost their doctor. when the boys arrived with the terrible news that he had been decoyed into the drowned lands, every man in the community, and most of the women, too, headed by susan winters, set off to his rescue. they found their fears happily disappointed, however, and they carried him home in triumph, and with him the man he had saved at the risk of his own life. and the wonderful discovery that the stranger was dr. allen's oldest and dearest friend, and that he was coming, all unknown, to marry arabella winters—well! well! it was a caution if the foundations of the village didn't give way altogether, and everything and everybody go toppling over into treasure valley!

as if this were not excitement enough for a lifetime, right on top of all that night's adventures came another shock. when the population of elmbrook returned, after the rescue of the doctor, sawed-off wilmott rushed through the village, wild-eyed, with the astounding news that ella anne long had disappeared with the ne'er-do-weel from glenoro! granny long lifted her voice above the general family bewailment to declare that it was all si's fault, for taking the spyglass with him when he went to hunt the doctor; for if she had had it, ella anne would never have got away without her knowledge—no, not even though it was black midnight!

so there was a runaway match from elmbrook on the first of june, after all, even though little miss arabella was to be married in the proper fashion. she was thankful for all the excitement and the talk and the running to and fro, for they made it possible to keep her own proposed elopement a profound secret. that arabella should be preparing, all unsuspected, for her wedding day was a surprise, of course, to every one, especially susan; but deep secrecy in such affairs was the general rule, and caused no especial comment.

these two weeks before her marriage were magic days for the little lilac lady. she found herself in a new atmosphere. from being of no consequence at all to anybody, she had suddenly become the most important member of the family, and she almost lost a sense of her own identity when susan consulted her as to the number of eggs to be put into the wedding cake.

susan, indeed, was deeply impressed. for was not arabella going to marry a rich man, and the doctor's bosom friend, at that? to be sure, she could not help wishing he wouldn't spend so much of his time with that queer old john mcintyre, but there was no denying his wealth, and the way he did spend money was a caution. on the whole, he was quite a wonderful match for arabella, much better than he had been ten years ago, and almost all mrs. winters could have wished for bella herself. so the wedding must be in keeping with his position, and the preparations for it were put forward on a grand scale.

and through all the bustle and activity miss arabella moved in a happy daze, conscious of one thing only, that martin had come back, and, under the love and appreciation, growing more beautiful every day. the rose tints crept into her cheeks, and her eyes shone like the blue of the june skies. elsie cameron took advantage of susan's relaxation, and puffed out the little bride-elect's pretty hair, and decked her with ribbons and lace, until martin declared she wasn't a day older than when he went away, and twice as pretty.

quite irrespective of his wealth, martin, himself, took the village by storm. the orphans adopted him as their very own, and moved over in a body to the doctor's house whenever he was staying there. the men in the mill stopped work the moment he appeared, and all the women in the place, from susan winters down, fell in love with him. every eye watched him admiringly as he moved about, here and there, during those two weeks. folks said you could hardly tell whether he thought most of arabella or the doctor or old john mcintyre. certainly he spent much of his time with the dark watchman, and it was beautiful to see the light his presence brought to john mcintyre's deep eyes. but he did not by any means neglect arabella. two or three times a day he would come rollicking up from the doctor's house, loudly chanting the praises of the "brave canajen byes" who had met a watery grave; would swing open miss arabella's little gate with a force that nearly wrenched it from its hinges, and after teasing polly into saying all the naughty things her mistress had hoped she had forgotten, he would bid little annie laurie put on the faded lilac gown he admired so much, and they would go off for a stroll through the village, the admiration of every one in the place. they always walked down along the green-and-gold floor of treasure valley, because martin said it reminded him of home; and always, before they returned, they went up the willow path to the mill, or down to the shanty at the drowned lands, for a visit to john mcintyre.

but while miss arabella walked about idly in her radiant dream, susan was slaving day and night. for the wedding she and her eldest daughter were planning was to be no small affair. bella wanted her aunt to be married in the church. she knew just how a church wedding should be conducted, and wes long had promised to write a piece about it and have it printed in the lakeview papers. one sentence was already composed, "the happy party then repaired to the house of the bride's brother, where a sumptuous recherché déjeuner was served." bella was almost alarmed at the high-sounding words, but wes said they were used in all accounts of high-class weddings. there were two obstacles, however, in the way of a church wedding. one was the bridegroom, and the other the bride's brother. martin announced that if bella came any such tall doings as that over her old uncle, he'd kick over the traces, and he and arabella would elope. here he winked solemnly, and inquired if she didn't suppose arabella was just the sort that would run away; and the little lilac lady hung her head and blushed, and bella wondered why elsie cameron should laugh so. then there was the blacksmith himself. like most yielding husbands, he was subject to unaccountable fits of stubbornness, and seized this inopportune occasion to indulge in one. he positively refused, he announced dourly, even in the face of susan's demands, to make an uncle tom's cabin parade of himself and arabella by going trolloping up the church aisle with her. he regarded the whole scheme as one of the many indications of feminine folly, and confided mournfully to the bridegroom that he might as well give up, for susan's latest dodge was to make them have their dinner out in the yard, like the pigs. why folks that had a decent roof over their heads should turn themselves out of house and home to eat like the tinkers, was past his knowledge. but you could never tell what weemen would be up to next. why, when he was at neeag'ra falls——

but while he poured out his complaints his wife went on with her preparations, all unheeding. though the church parade had to be given up for a house wedding, she saw to it that its grandeur was no whit diminished. the ceremony was to be performed in arabella's own little parlor, while the grand wedding dinner was to be served—not till two o'clock, the blacksmith learned with dismay—at her brother's house, under the orchard trees.

only one thing more troubled the mistress of ceremonies. as the doctor was to be best man, and elsie cameron bridesmaid, and since the groom was rich, the winters would have preferred to ask only the more genteel folks of the neighborhood—the minister's family, and a few of their glenoro relatives. but martin spoiled it all by asking john mcintyre and davy munn and the eldest orphan. susan tried to object, but martin declared that tim and davy had helped to bring about the wedding; for if they had not been obliging enough to steal arabella's dress, and lose it in the swamp, he argued, he would be there yet; so the boys deserved all the fun that was going. when the twins heard that an exception had been made in favor of tim, they raised their voices in shrieking protest, and would have gone to the wedding willy-nilly, had not mrs. winters interviewed them, promising them unlimited bride's-cake when the affair was over, if they remained out of sight, and dire retribution should they disobey.

so the matter was finally settled by asking every one, irrespective of social position, and when the evening of miss arabella's wedding day came around once again everything was in readiness. elsie cameron came over in her white bridesmaid's gown, to see how arabella liked her, and the doctor dropped in to show martin how to stand up and behave himself, for once in his life. so when the time came to go home—for mrs. winters sent them away early, declaring she couldn't get a hand's turn done in such a crowd—what was more natural than that the groomsman should walk with the bridesmaid? he did not ask if he might; there was no need, for they were very good friends now. when he had returned that night from the rescue of martin, all mud-splashed and exhausted, he had read, with a glad leap of his heart, the message in her eyes and in her faltering words—he had vindicated himself.

by tacit consent they left the street and followed the path down into treasure valley. and as they went, gilbert told her more fully the story of his relations with martin; how his friend's heroic silence and his own selfish ambition had made him forget his duty. he did not spare himself; but he could afford to be severe, for martin had told her everything, and she was full of contrition for her late blame.

they strolled through the rose-tinted mists of the valley, the perfume rising from the scented grasses and flowers at their feet. she looked like a tall june flower herself, gilbert thought, as she walked ahead of him in the narrow pathway, slender and erect in her clinging white gown, with her delicately poised head like a golden blossom on its stem. as they left the violet-carpeted bank and crossed the white stepping-stones, an oriole, swinging far up on the topmost branch of the elm-tree, just where his golden wing caught the slant rays of the setting sun, suddenly burst into joyous, bubbling song. the ringing notes followed them even after they had climbed the hill and were passing up the shadowy avenue of the orchard. and though they were neither aware of it as yet, he was singing the opening strains of that harmony that was some day to fill their united lives.

"oh, there's many a man o' the ca——"

uncle hughie came hobbling down the orchard path. his voice had an unusually joyous ring, therefore he reached a tremendous altitude, and the song ended abruptly in a husky shriek.

"huh! huh! hoots! toots!" he was muttering to himself disgustedly, as he came upon the pair. "och! hoch! yes! yes! indeed and indeed!" he remarked, with a significant smile that brought the color to elsie's cheeks. "and is the arm better, doctor?" he asked, stopping, and patting the young man's injured member tenderly.

"oh, yes; it's nothing. i'm in fine shape for the wedding to-morrow."

"eh! eh! yes! yes!" the old man's face was alight with joy. "eh! it takes the almighty to be managing things, indeed. but, mind ye this! i would be finding out something about how he will be managing." his voice sank to a mysterious whisper. "i would be rastlin' it out last night, an' thinkin' how he'd been workin' an' turnin' an' twistin' things for the good o' the poor mcintyre body, an' the poor bits o' things jake sawyer adopted. i would be rastlin' it all out, an' mind ye—listen to this—he wouldn't be doin' it by himself." his eyes shone like living amber. "oh, no, indeed. he would be handing over the job to folks—jist folks, mind ye! eh! eh! wouldn't that be wonderful? an' it will jist be because we are such poor potterin' bodies, that we wouldn't be having the world patched up an' fixed right long ago. och! it would be a great thing, indeed, that we would be having a hand in making the earth! and some day we will all be learning to do our part, jist as he wants it, and then that will be a fine day for the world, oh, a fine day, i tell you!" he started to move away.

"where are you going, uncle hughie?" asked his niece. "the dew is falling, remember."

"och! hoch! it is the troublesome lass you will be!" he cried, looking at her fondly. "i will jist be away a meenit. the minister and me would jist be goin' up to the mill for a word with john mcintyre. he's come home again—eh! eh! yes, he's jist come home. the dew! hoch!"

"oh, there's many a man o' the ca——"

he hobbled joyfully away, and the two moved on up the green orchard aisle.

early the next morning there was a tremendous rushing to and fro between the bride's house and her brother's. everything in the village took on a holiday aspect. the orphans were up at dawn, and, decked in their best, flew hither and thither, keeping things stirred up and lively. the school children had a holiday, because the duke had to go to the wedding early, to help mrs. winters set the tables. the mill did not exactly stop running, but nobody settled down to work, for wes long, who left at ten o'clock to run home and put on his sunday clothes, came tearing back in his white shirt-sleeves and with his hair all soapy and wet, with the news that sandy mcquarry was already at winters', dressed in his sabbath blacks, and fetching and carrying for the duke like a trained poodle. whereupon every man in the mill threw up his job and went down and walked the logs in the pond, and danced, and shoved each other into the water, and behaved in a way that, as granny long reported afterward to sandy, was nothing but defying the almighty.

when the time set for the ceremony approached, miss arabella, arrayed in her blue wedding dress and a long white veil, stood in the little spare bedroom, surveying her trembling image in the mirror, between red riding-hood and little bo-peep. she dared not sit down, for susan said she would crush her flounces, and she stood clinging to the bedpost for support, looking like a little, frightened gray sparrow that had somehow got into a bluebird's feathers. her bridesmaid stood by her, cheerful and encouraging; bella was giving pulls and jerks to her aunt's gown and veil, and susan was hurrying in and out, breathless and anxious. the guests had already begun to crush their way into the parlor, and their subdued voices came through the door.

"there's all aunt christena's folks jist drove up, maw," whispered bella, rustling to the window in her stiff pink silk. "cousin martha's got the book with the wedding march under her arm. goodness! there's the minister! arabella, are you sure you're ready? an' there's martin and dr. allen comin' down the street!" the bridesmaid came and peeped over her shoulder. "an' there's marjorie scott, elsie! she's got her new blue dress on, and she said she was going to wear her old white! i bet that's because your malcolm's home!"

the handle of the door rattled loudly. "arabella!" hissed a deep voice through the keyhole.

"yes, william?" whispered his sister faintly.

"here's the preacher. you'd best come on out."

"hish, william!" commanded his wife, on the other side of the keyhole. "she'll come out when i say so. he's a caution," she continued, straightening up, and looking at the drooping bride as though her brother's untoward conduct were all her fault. miss arabella drooped farther. she slipped her arm inside her bridesmaid's.

"elsie, if anybody else comes, don't—don't let them tell me," she whispered piteously. "it makes me feel awful!"

the bridesmaid took her hand and patted it soothingly. "i won't," she promised cheerily. "don't listen to a word any one says. i'll tell you when it's time to go out, and there's nothing to be afraid of. why, you look just lovely! and think how proud martin will be! you mustn't get nervous, for his sake, you know."

"arabella!" the keyhole once more gave forth a hissing whisper. "we've all been waiting half an hour."

mrs. winters tightened her teeth. "he'll spoil everything!" she declared. "it's awful old-fashioned for the bride to be on time, but you can't knock that into william's head. you might as well go, arabella; and for pity's sakes, stand up straight, an' don't look so scared!"

she pushed the trembling little blue figure toward the door. "elsie, you go first, and walk slow; no—wait! bella, open the door and nod to cousin martha to start playin'."

bella's head shot out and in, the door slammed again, and there arose from the other side of it faint, squeaky sounds from the organ.

"goodness me! you can hardly hear her!" cried mrs. winters. "i told christena martha'd spoil it! my sakes! i wish ella anne long hadn't run away so soon! now open the door, bella, awful slow. now, elsie, go on. arabella, hang on to your flowers! it's a perfect shame your brother ain't with you! for goodness' sake, stand up straight, an' don't look as if you was goin' to be hung! go on, elsie!"

but the bride was clinging desperately to her maid's arm, and refused to let her go. "i—i can't go, susan!" she whispered.

"oh, mercy me! everything's goin' to be spoiled!" wailed her sister-in-law.

"arabella's going to walk out holding my arm," said elsie firmly, seeing that the little bride's condition demanded immediate relief.

"well, go on, then," said mrs. winters, with a gesture of despair. "it'll be a fool of a thing, anyhow. now, bella, open the door, slow—slow!"

the door swung gradually, but when it was half open mrs. winters slammed it again.

"arabella," she cried, in a panic, "did you shut polly up?"

the bride stared at her, uncomprehending.

"no, she never, maw," whispered bella hysterically, "an' she'll be sure to come right out with them swear-words in the middle of everything."

once more the bridesmaid met the emergency. "it can't be helped now," she said. "please don't bother her. open the door, bella."

the door swung back for the third and last time, and the little blue figure and the tall white one walked slowly up to where martin and the doctor stood before the minister. the distance from the spare bedroom door to their destination was a matter of about three yards, and mrs. winters had overlooked the fact that it was out of all proportion to the wedding march. cousin martha from glenoro, in a panic of nervousness, was laboring hard to get to the end of it, but long after the bridal party was in position the faint, jerky sounds still wavered on, now vanishing altogether in a dumb show, now, just as the people were hopefully thinking the ordeal over, becoming huskily audible. there seemed enough of the thing, mrs. long said afterward, to give arabella time to walk over to the next concession to get married.

the minister put on his glasses, took them off, fumbled with his handkerchief in his coat-tail pocket, and cleared his throat. the groom shifted from one foot to the other. over in a corner, behind the sofa, davy munn and the eldest orphan ducked their heads and giggled. bella rattled her pink silk nervously; mrs. winters frowned at her husband.

cousin martha from glenoro turned another page, the wedding march took a new start, and grew stronger; and the blacksmith's small remnant of patience vanished. he leaned over the heads of half a dozen guests, and said in a loud whisper, "for the lord's sake, marthy, hold up a minit an' let 'em get hitched!" the wedding march ceased abruptly; the guests drew a sigh of relief, and the ceremony began.

a deep hush fell over the crowded little room. to several there, besides the bride and groom, this ceremony was especially impressive. the groomsman felt a lump in his throat as he looked at martin, and thought of all the years his little bride and the blue silk gown had waited, and how he had helped to lengthen the time. and over in a corner, sitting beside tim, john mcintyre gazed at his old comrade's radiant face, and raised his heart in reverent thankfulness that they had been spared to see this day together.

the ceremony ended in a hushed solemnity, and when the minister pronounced them man and wife, and all bowed in prayer, even tim, touched by the signs of emotion in john mcintyre's face, was quiet and well behaved. but, unfortunately, the house was too near the sawyers' household to long enjoy peace and prosperity. jake and hannah, of course, were among the guests, and, the evening before, mrs. winters had secured a promise from uncle hughie cameron to take the youngest orphan under his care during the wedding, and had wrung from the twins a solemn promise that they would neither be seen nor heard until after the dinner had been served. faithful to their contract, the two had lain concealed beneath the lilacs, watching arabella's home, and talking in breathless whispers while the guests were arriving. but when every one had disappeared indoors, and silence settled upon the village, time hung heavily upon the orphans' hands. they crawled out from their ambush, and simultaneously their fertile brains were possessed of a scheme for enlivening the dull hours. they would have a wedding themselves! they had witnessed a ceremony at the orphans' home, when one of the maids was married, and knew exactly how it should be conducted. there were isaac and rebekah strutting about the back yard; they would serve as the bridal couple, and the twelve tribes would be guests. no sooner said than done; the twins set vigorously to work. the first and most important consideration, of course, was the bride's toilette, and there was that remnant of blue silk miss arabella had given them from her gown. the twins ran upstairs for it with screams of delight. it would fit beautifully around rebekah's shoulders, and the smart tan shoes nature had bestowed upon her would look perfectly elegant with a blue silk dress. they tore down the little lace curtain from the kitchen window for a bridal veil; and the next thing to be done was to catch rebekah and dress her.

now, the sawyer cat, and the dog, yes, and even the pig, had at various times been arrayed in human apparel, but never yet had rebekah been forced into the habiliments of civilization. she showed, from the first, a decided distaste for them. the twins struggled and panted, while the unwilling bride dodged and squawked and disarranged her toilet again and again, and the alarmed bridegroom flew hither and thither, with widespread pinions, uttering loud protests.

but in spite of her struggles, rebekah was at last made ready, and then arose the question of isaac's dress. the black-haired twin, being the more venturesome of the two, suggested dressing him up in joey's sunday suit; but he was even harder to manage than the bride, and as he was just now showing an inclination to be violent, the breathless modistes decided, after the fashion of the day, not to bother about the bridegroom's clothes. so the fair-haired twin held rebekah in a tight grip while her sister hitched joshua to joey's little cart, and placed him ready at the steps, to be used after the ceremony. next, the black-haired twin took her turn at holding the protesting bride, while the other proceeded to dress up the veranda as a church; for this was to be no common home wedding like arabella's. the parlor chairs were the pews, the sewing-machine was the organ, and hannah's best red-and-white bedspread made a beautiful carpet for the aisle. the only thing needed now was a pulpit, and soon lenora appeared in triumph from the kitchen, dragging an old wash-stand. it had a round opening in the top, in which the wash-basin fitted, and when she climbed up and let herself down into this aperture she looked as like mr. scott in his pulpit, her admiring sister declared, as two peas.

when everything was in readiness, and the fair-haired twin was setting out to capture the bridegroom, there arose an unfortunate dispute.

"i bar be the minister," said the black-haired twin.

"no, you don't! it's goin' to be me! i thought of the pulpit!"

"i don't care! i barred it first. you can play the organ."

"i won't! an' i can't, anyhow; somebody's got to hold rebekah."

"well, i'm goin' to be mr. scoot, so there!"

"ain't!"

"are so!"

the two would-be divines made a simultaneous dash for the place of honor, and scrambling upon it, crushed their way, side by side, into the hole, which was scarcely large enough for one. in the struggle rebekah gained her liberty, and with a loud squawk she leaped down the steps, her blue gown and her bridal veil streaming behind. she flopped right on top of joshua, who had lain down in his harness, and rudely broke his slumber. now, joshua was a wise dog, who knew his own household, and would no more have thought of barking at rebekah than at hannah. but when this madly struggling bundle of clothes dashed over his nose he saw in it no smallest resemblance to anything he had ever permitted to pass his gateway. so, hampered though he was by joey's cart, he made a dash at his disguised friend, and, barking madly, chased her out through the gate. the two rival clergymen, nearly squeezed to death within the narrow confines of the pulpit, screamed, and struggled for liberty, and called on joshua to come back, but to no purpose. down the street he clattered, snapping at rebekah's flying veil. the runaway bride dodged this way and that, and finally darted in at miss arabella's gate, joshua following fiercely. miss arabella's door also stood open. rebekah dashed up the walk and into the house.

all had been very still in the crowded little parlor. the ceremony was over, and the bowed heads had just been raised from prayer, when into the reverent hush there penetrated from the kitchen a loud, complaining voice: "oh, lordy! ain't we havin' a slow time!" an electric current quivered through the room, the two boys in the corner writhed in a spasm of giggles, and the minister said sternly, "hush!" but the next instant the necessity for constraint was over. a tremendous uproar burst from the front doorway, and into the midst of the wedding guests there dashed an astounding pair—a small, turbulent creature, dressed exactly like the bride, in blue silk and a streaming white veil, followed fiercely by a dog, dragging the remnants of a shattered cart. around the room they leaped in a mad circle, upsetting everything in their way. then the blue-robed creature, with a scream, rose above the heads of the astonished guests, and landed in the kitchen, with a deafening crash of breaking dishes. the rest of the disturbance followed, barking madly; tim and davy arose, and went bounding after them with whoops of joy, and above the din arose polly's loud squall, in a most unseasonable complaint about the dullness of the times.

everybody declared afterward that no woman in the county of simcoe could have brought order out of that chaos except susan winters. she drove out the noisy intruders with the broomstick, silenced the two uproarious wedding guests with the same instrument, and brought the hilarious company to something like decorum by ordering them to form in procession for the wedding dinner. a slight delay occurred when it was found that jake and hannah sawyer were missing. attracted by agonized shrieks from the direction of their home, they left precipitately, and several of the wedding guests, unacquainted with the orphans' ways, followed them in consternation. they soon returned, however. jake had liberated the twins by sawing the washstand asunder, and the parents brought the two unfortunates with them. even mrs. winters made them welcome when she saw their tearful faces, and they joined the procession, profoundly thankful for the untoward circumstance that had produced such joyful results.

but the little episode had another happy outcome that made the bridegroom's eyes shine with something deeper than even his own joy. just as the fantastic figure of rebekah had disappeared into the kitchen, the groomsman touched martin's arm gently, and whispered, "look at mcintyre!" the bridegroom turned; his grave, silent friend had been watching the grotesque little creature with a smile slowly breaking over his face, and when tim arose, with a yell, and bounded after her, john mcintyre threw back his head and laughed. yes, the repellant, dark-faced watchman laughed, a deep, hearty, joyous laugh, and the sound of it brought a smarting mist to the kindly, watching eyes of his friend.

the procession was soon formed, and it slowly moved out through the front door, across the tiny garden, and down the shady avenue of the orchard. very proudly the big bridegroom walked with his little bride on his arm. she was no longer drooping and pathetic-looking now, but erect and radiant. behind came their two attendants, gilbert's wondering eyes watching the changing bronze and gold of the bridesmaid's hair, as the sunlight and the green shadows alternately played over it. the minister and the triumphant mistress of ceremonies came next, followed by the blacksmith, leading the minister's wife, and growing more cheerful each moment as he neared his dinner. the rest had arranged themselves as best suited their inclinations, and not far down the line moved a happy quartette—marjorie and malcolm, oblivious to everything but each other, and behind them sandy mcquarry and the stately duke; and a glance at the faces of the four would have puzzled an observer to guess which pair was at that moment experiencing more of the joy of youth and love.

down the grassy aisle the happy procession passed, through the flecking light and shade, where the long, white tables were laid beneath the apple boughs. and as they moved, a bluebird, swinging far above them in the sunlight, caroled forth a joyous marriage hymn. and down below, the little blue silk gown, of the same shade as his dazzling plumage, covered a heart just as happy.