The approaching marriage of this woman of the world with such an unworldly man as Mr. Ellenwood was announced soon after Mrs. Dabney’s return to her native city.  Superficial observers, and deeper ones, seemed to concur in supposing that the lady must have borne no inactive part in arranging the affair; there were considerations of expediency which she would be far more likely to appreciate than Mr. Ellenwood, and there was just the specious phantom of sentiment and romance in this late union of two early lovers which sometimes makes a fool of a woman who has lost her true feelings among the accidents of life.  All the wonder was how the gentleman, with his lack of worldly wisdom and agonizing consciousness of ridicule, could have been induced to take a measure at once so prudent and so laughable.  But while people talked the wedding-day arrived.  The ceremony was to be solemnized according to the Episcopalian forms and in open church, with a degree of publicity that attracted many spectators, who occupied the front seats of the galleries and the pews near the altar and along the broad aisle.  It had been arranged, or possibly it was the custom of the day, that the parties should proceed separately to church.  By some accident the bridegroom was a little less punctual than the widow and her bridal attendants, with whose arrival, after this tedious but necessary preface, the action of our tale may be said to commence.

The clumsy wheels of several old-fashioned coaches were heard, and the gentlemen and ladies composing the bridal-party came through the church door with the sudden and gladsome effect of a burst of sunshine.  The whole group, except the principal figure, was made up of youth and gayety.  As they streamed up the broad aisle, while the pews and pillars seemed to brighten on either side, their steps were as buoyant as if they mistook the church for a ball-room and were ready to dance hand in hand to the altar.  So brilliant was the spectacle that few took notice of a singular phenomenon that had marked its entrance.  At the moment when the bride’s foot touched the threshold the bell swung heavily in the tower above her and sent forth its deepest knell.  The vibrations died away, and returned with prolonged solemnity as she entered the body of the church.

“Good heavens!  What an omen!” whispered a young lady to her lover.

“On my honor,” replied the gentleman, “I believe the bell has the good taste to toll of its own accord.  What has she to do with weddings?  If you, dearest Julia, were approaching the altar, the bell would ring out its merriest peal.  It has only a funeral-knell for her.”