g afterwards leap out from the past,
bringing with them poignant memories of joy, of sorrow, of pain, and of
happiness.

Rose Blake will always remember that it was her poor old German nurse,
Anna Bauer, who, on her wedding day, made her wear a white dress and a
veil. She had meant to be married, in so far as she had given any
thought to the matter at all, in her ordinary blue serge skirt and a
clean blouse.

Those about her might be able to forget, for a few merciful hours, what
lay before Jervis; but she, Rose Otway, could not forget it. She knew
that she was marrying him now, not in order that she might be even
closer to him than she felt herself to be--that seemed to her
impossible--but in order that others might think so. She would have
preferred the ceremony to take place only in the presence of his
parents and of her mother. But as to that she had been given no say;
Sir Jacques and Mr. and Mrs. Robey had announced as a matter of course
that they would be present, and so she had assented to her mother's
suggestion that Miss Forsyth should be asked. If Mr. and Mrs. Robey and
Sir Jacques were to be there, then she did not mind Miss Forsyth, her
kind old friend, being there too.

Anna had protested with tearful vehemence against the blue serge skirt
and the pretty blouse--nay, more, she had already taken the white gown
she intended that her beloved nursling should wear, out of the bag which
she, Anna, had made for it last year. It was a very charming frock, a
fine exquisitely embroidered India muslin, the only really beautiful
day-dress Rose had ever had in her young life. And oddly enough it had
been a present from Miss Forsyth.

Miss Forsyth--it was nearly eighteen months ago--had invited Rose to
come up to London with her for a day's shopping, and then she had
suddenly presented her young friend with this attractive, and yes,
expensive gown. There had been a blue sash, but this had now been taken
off by Anna, and a bluey-white satin band substituted. As to that Rose
now rebelled. "If I _am_ to wear this dress to-day, I should like the
blue sash put back," she said quickly. "Blue is supposed to bring luck
to brides, Anna."

What had really turned the scale in Rose's mind had been Anna's tears,
and the fact that Miss Forsyth would be pleased to see her married in
that gown.

But over the lace veil there had been something like a tug of war. And
this time it was Mrs. Otway who had won the day. "If you wear th