After some discussion it was moved and seconded that Dr. Worth’s resignation be accepted with regret.  The motion carried and the chair was declared vacant.  Then it was that Mr. J.M.  Quintin arose and moved that they at once proceed to elect a man to fill the vacant chair.  After some debate, this motion prevailed.  Dr. Worth then arose and said:  “It now becomes my privilege, as well as pleasure, to put in nomination the name of a man whom I deem fully competent to fill the vacant chair.  One who has just graduated with honor and esteem.  He is a conscientious student, a thorough scholar, and an able preacher.  It gives me pleasure to present the name of Edward McLaren for the chair of Greek in this Institution.”

The fact that he had but just graduated had shut him out of their minds as a probable candidate.  While there was nothing objectionable in the man named save his youth and inexperience, still the nomination was productive of no little surprise.  The bishop, although secretly indorsing the nomination, feared for its success because of its being sprung upon them so suddenly, so he suggested its postponement until next day.  But Mr. Quintin arose and expressed his belief that they were as well prepared to decide the matter then as they would be tomorrow.  As for himself, he was glad he had the privilege of seconding the nomination of this young man, whom he had known for some time and most favorably.  His remarks created a good impression, and after due deliberation the vote was taken and Edward McLaren was declared unanimously elected to occupy the chair of Greek and Greek Literature in Monastery University.

That evening the president’s banquet was a season of universal rejoicing.  The president, the retiring professor, Dr. Worth, and the new professor welcomed the many guests.

The courtship of Edward McLaren and Alice Albertson was not of the usual character.  In this instance love did run smoothly.  It was such a union of souls as needed no rapturous expressions.  It was made up of esteem, appreciation, and confidence, resulting in simple, sincere affection that was unselfish and unflinching.

A formal betrothal had seemed scarcely necessary.  From their first meeting their love had been mutual.  Every glance of the eye, every word of the lip, was a pledge of loyalty and affection.  There was no fearful ordeal of gaining her father’s consent.  They simply loved each other unfalteringly, strongly, devotedly, and the bishop and his wife were wise enough to see and heed.

And their marriage was of a similar unique character.  No great announcements were sent out.  Bishop Albertson simply invited his many friends to witness the ceremony, and the University Chapel, in which the ceremony was performed, was filled to its utmost capacity.  No presents were accepted.  Bishop McLaren and Eleen crossed the ocean for the occasion, and a warm welcome was given them by the great circle of friends.  Tom was Edward’s best man, and Eleen was Alice’s bridesmaid.  The great choir sang the grand old “Marriage Jubilate,” and the two bishops made them one.