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A Dreadful Temptation; or, A Young Wife's Ambition
A Dreadful Temptation; or, A Young Wife's Ambition
CHAPTER I
"Hear the mellow wedding-bells—
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness
Their melody foretells!"
"Hark! there's the wedding-march."
"Here they come!"
"Looks as white as a corpse, doesn't she?"
"Oh, no; as beautiful as a dream, to my notion. Pallor is becoming in brides, you know."
"He's a silly old dotard, though, not to know that she's taking him for his money."
"Of course he knows it. I dare say the old gray-beard is glad he had money enough to buy so much youth and loveliness."
"What a splendid veil and dress! They say her rich aunt furnished the trousseau."
"Her jewels are magnificent."
"The bridegroom's gift, of course. Well, he is able to cover her with diamonds."
These were but few of the remarks that were whispered in the fashionable throng gathered at Trinity to witness a marriage in high life—a marriage that was all the more interesting from the fact that the contracting parties were so totally dissimilar to each other that the whole affair in the eyes of the outsiders resolved itself into a simple matter of bargain and sale—so much youth and beauty for an old man's gold.
The bridegroom was John St. John, a millionaire of high birth and standing in the city where he lived, but so old and infirm that people said of him that "he had one foot in the grave and the other on the brink of it," and the bride was the young daughter of some obscure country people.
An aunt in the city had given her some advantages, and kept her in town two seasons, hoping to bring about a good match for her, since she had no dowry of her own, save youth, talent and peerless beauty.
"And what is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
And Xenie Carroll was fulfilling her aunt's ambitious hopes and desires to their uttermost limit as she walked up the broad aisle of Trinity that night, clothed in her bridal white, and leaning on the arm of the decrepit old millionaire, John St. John.
His form was bent with age, his hair and beard were white, his eyes were dim and bleared; and she was in the bloom of youth and beauty. It was the union of winter and summer.
They passed slowly up the aisle to the grand music of the wedding-march, and after them came fair maidens, robed in white and adorned with flowers and jewels.
These stood round about the pair at the altar who were taking upon their lips the sacred vow of marriage.
It was over.
The holy man of God lifted reverent hands and invoked God's blessing upon this sordid bargain that desecrated the holy rite of marriage, the ring was slipped over the bride's white finger, and Xenie Carroll turned away from the altar Mrs. John St. John, mistress of the handsomest house in the city and the most princely private fortune.
There was a flash of triumph in her dark eyes as she received the congratulations of her friends, yet her cheeks and lips were cold and white as marble.