As she opened the door she had to
draw back a little. There was Craig immediately behind her. He
swept her aside, flung the door wide. "Come on! Hurry!" he cried
to Grant. "We're waiting." And he seized him by the arm and thrust
him into the parlor. At the same instant the preacher entered by
another door. Craig's excitement, far from diminishing, grew
wilder and wilder. The preacher thought him insane or drunk. Grant
and Margaret tried in vain to calm him. Nothing would do but the
ceremony instantly--and he had his way. Never was there a more
undignified wedding. When the responses were all said and the
marriage was a fact accomplished, so far as preacher could
accomplish it, Craig seemed suddenly to subside.
"I should like to go into the next room for a moment," said the
pallid and trembling Margaret.
"Certainly," said Doctor Scones sympathetically, and, with a
fierce scowl at the groom, he accompanied the bride from the room.
"What a mess you have made!" exclaimed Arkwright indignantly.
"You've been acting like a lunatic."
"It wasn't acting--altogether," laughed Josh, giving Grant one of
those tremendous slaps on the back. "You see, it was wise to give
her something else to think about so she couldn't possibly
hesitate or bolt.
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