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The Bridal March
by [?]

What a grand thought it was that her daughter was perhaps going to atone for her fault! Could children do that? Yes, as surely as they themselves were a work of ours, they could–but we must help too, with repentance, with gratitude! And before Randi knew what was happening, she could pray again, bowing in deep humility and contrition before the Lord, who had once more shown her what she was without Him. She prayed for grace as one that prays for life; for she felt that it was life that was coming to her again! Now her account was blotted out; it was just the last settling of it that had unnerved her.

She rose and looked up through streaming tears; she knew that things had come right now; there was One who had lifted the burden of pain from her!

Had she not had the same feeling often before? No, never a feeling like this–not till now was the victory won. And she went forward knowing that she had gained the mastery over herself. Something was broken that till now had bound her–she felt with every movement that she was free both in soul and body. And if, after God, she had her daughter to thank for this, that daughter should in return be helped to enjoy her own happiness to the full.

By this time she was in the passage of grandmother’s house; but no one in the house recognised her step. She took hold of the latch and opened the door like a different person. “Mildrid, come here!” she said; and Mildrid and her grandmother looked at each other, for that was not mother. Mildrid ran to her. What could be happening? Her mother took her by the arm, shut the door behind her, so that they were alone, then threw her arms round her neck, and wept and wept, embracing her with a vehemence and happiness which Mildrid, uplifted by her love, could return right heartily.

“God for ever bless and recompense you!” whispered the mother.

The two sitting in the other house saw them coming across the yard, hand in hand, walking so fast that they felt sure something had happened. The door opened and both came forward. But instead of giving her to Hans, or saying anything to him or Endrid, the mother just put her arms once more round her daughter, and repeated with a fresh burst of emotion: “God for ever bless and reward you!”

Soon they were all sitting in grandmother’s room. The old woman was very happy. She knew quite well who Hans Haugen was–the young people had often spoken about him; and she at once understood that this union wiped out, as it were, much that was painful in the life of her son and his wife. Besides, Hans’s good looks rejoiced the cheery old woman’s heart. They all stayed with her, and the day ended with father, after a psalm, reading from a prayer-book a portion beginning: “The Lord has been in our house!”

* * * * *

I shall only tell of two days in their life after this, and in each of these days only of a few minutes.

The first is the young people’s wedding-day. Inga, Mildrid’s cousin, herself a married woman now, had come to deck out the bride. This was done in the store-house. The old chest which held the family’s bridal silver ornaments–crown, girdle, stomacher, brooches, rings–was drawn from its place. Grandmother had the key of it, and came to open it, Beret acting as her assistant. Mildrid had put on her wedding-dress and all the ornaments that belonged to herself, before this grandeur (well polished by Beret and grandmother the week before) came to light, glittering and heavy. One after another each ornament was tried. Beret held the mirror in front of the bride. Grandmother told how many of her family had worn these silver things on their wedding-day, the happiest of them all her own mother, Aslaug Haugen.