Mail Order Bride: The Master: A Historical Mail Order Bride Story (Mail Order Brides) by Lily Wilspur Page B
Authors: Lily Wilspur
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the steps of the church streamed into the streets, surrounding the Master and blocking him from Matthew’s view. Only then did the Master holster his weapon and soften his stance.
The people of the town murmured congratulations to the Master, but they barely raised their voices. No one clapped him on the shoulder or laughed with glee at his victory. No one cast so much as a glance at the heap up the street.
The boys milled around in the crowd, but the oppressive silence still weighed them down. No one dared hardly to speak. In the end, the Master himself put an end to the confusion. He turned back toward the church and saw Polly standing at the top of the steps.
The crowd parted before him as he strode back up the steps, past Polly, down the aisle to his place in front of the altar. There, he turned around again and stared back toward the door exactly the same way he had when Polly first came to him.
The rest of the congregation followed his lead, and before long, they packed the pews again and everyone craned their necks for Polly’s entrance.
Only Matthew hung back. At the door of the church, he paused. Everyone inside the church seemed to be staring directly at him. They seemed to recognize him as the architect of this whole situation. They seemed to read his involvement with the incident from its beginning. Should he just walk over to his parents’ pew as casually as the Master took his place at the altar, as if nothing in the world had happened?
A soft rustling noise made him look over his shoulder. Then he realized they weren’t staring at him at all. They were looking at Polly, about to walk down the aisle to her groom.
But her face looked different underneath her veil. She had changed along with the Master and everyone else in this drama. She looked even more like an angel than she had on the steps of the church. Her face glowed, and tears glistened on her cheeks. She gazed through her veil at Matthew.
Polly laid her hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “Walk me down the aisle, Matthew Burke,” she told him.
Matthew couldn’t feel his feet moving over the floor. He and Polly floated side by side down the aisle to the altar, where the Master waited for them with a beatific smile on his face. Only a slight shudder in Polly’s arm, translating down through the hand that still rested on his shoulder, told Matthew she was weeping for joy under her veil.
None of the usual sighs and exclamations at the bride’s beauty rose from the congregation. The church hung in silent awe at the magnificence of the couple. Matthew didn’t even wonder if they knew his honored place in this service. He knew and the Master knew. Nothing else mattered.
He and Polly reached the altar. The Master smiled at him. He laid his hand on Matthew’s shoulder and patted it. Then he took Polly’s hand off Matthew’s shoulder and turned his back on Matthew, back toward the altar.
The End
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Mail Order Bride: On The Run by Lily Wilspur
Mail Order Bride: The Journey by Leah Wyett
Mail Order Marion (Chapman Mail Order Brides: Book 1) by Kate Whitsby
Mail Order Alice (Western Mail Order Brides) by Kate Whitsby
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The people of the town murmured congratulations to the Master, but they barely raised their voices. No one clapped him on the shoulder or laughed with glee at his victory. No one cast so much as a glance at the heap up the street.
The boys milled around in the crowd, but the oppressive silence still weighed them down. No one dared hardly to speak. In the end, the Master himself put an end to the confusion. He turned back toward the church and saw Polly standing at the top of the steps.
The crowd parted before him as he strode back up the steps, past Polly, down the aisle to his place in front of the altar. There, he turned around again and stared back toward the door exactly the same way he had when Polly first came to him.
The rest of the congregation followed his lead, and before long, they packed the pews again and everyone craned their necks for Polly’s entrance.
Only Matthew hung back. At the door of the church, he paused. Everyone inside the church seemed to be staring directly at him. They seemed to recognize him as the architect of this whole situation. They seemed to read his involvement with the incident from its beginning. Should he just walk over to his parents’ pew as casually as the Master took his place at the altar, as if nothing in the world had happened?
A soft rustling noise made him look over his shoulder. Then he realized they weren’t staring at him at all. They were looking at Polly, about to walk down the aisle to her groom.
But her face looked different underneath her veil. She had changed along with the Master and everyone else in this drama. She looked even more like an angel than she had on the steps of the church. Her face glowed, and tears glistened on her cheeks. She gazed through her veil at Matthew.
Polly laid her hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “Walk me down the aisle, Matthew Burke,” she told him.
Matthew couldn’t feel his feet moving over the floor. He and Polly floated side by side down the aisle to the altar, where the Master waited for them with a beatific smile on his face. Only a slight shudder in Polly’s arm, translating down through the hand that still rested on his shoulder, told Matthew she was weeping for joy under her veil.
None of the usual sighs and exclamations at the bride’s beauty rose from the congregation. The church hung in silent awe at the magnificence of the couple. Matthew didn’t even wonder if they knew his honored place in this service. He knew and the Master knew. Nothing else mattered.
He and Polly reached the altar. The Master smiled at him. He laid his hand on Matthew’s shoulder and patted it. Then he took Polly’s hand off Matthew’s shoulder and turned his back on Matthew, back toward the altar.
The End
Thank you for reading and supporting my book and I hope you enjoyed it.
Please will you do me a favor and review “Mail Order Bride: The Master” so I’ll know whether you liked it or not, it would be very much appreciated, thank you.
To find my most current list of stories and books available CLICK HERE.
Recommended Reads
Mail Order Bride: On The Run by Lily Wilspur
Mail Order Bride: The Journey by Leah Wyett
Mail Order Marion (Chapman Mail Order Brides: Book 1) by Kate Whitsby
Mail Order Alice (Western Mail Order Brides) by Kate Whitsby
Get this book for free!
Stranded, Stalked and Finally Sated (License to Love series: Book 1) Bestseller by Amelia Rose
Connect With Lily
Visit my website at www.lilywilspur.com to sign up to my newsletter so that you will be notified as to when my new releases are available.
Copyright
© 2014 by Lily Wilspur
All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from
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