The Bells Above Are Ringing
"I should like to wake up on a Sunday morning, put on my best dress, and just walk to the church."
Margaret indeed got her wish. It also helped that that Sunday had the most beautiful weather you could ever imagine: sunshine and blue skies. Not too hot, not too cold. It was truly the happiest moment of her life, when she was to be joined with John Thornton in matrimony. He agreed to have the wedding at the church where Margaret spent her entire childhood going to. The nave was decked with pink and white flowers. Nicholas and Mary Higgins, Mrs. Thornton, Fanny and her husband, Edith and her family, and Henry Lennox were all there. Margaret's 'best dress' was a beautiful one. It was snow-white, knee-length, and short-sleeved. She had a silken ivory-colored hat. Her hair was down, but it had been beautifully curled.
The moment Margaret and John exchanged their vows to each other was the moment that their hearts rejoiced. It can be agreed that at the beginning there were ups and downs and much pride, confusion, and inward pain, but they, especially Margaret, realized that they were perfect for each other. They loved each other. It was evident by their facial expressions when they exchanged their vows.
When the ceremony ended, John and Margaret walked down the aisle. The church's bells were ringing loudly and clearly, not to mention melodiously, as John and Margaret walked out the doors. The bells also seemed to have been singing, at least that as what Mrs. Thornton said. She was happy for her son. If he was happy, then she was happy. After all, he is an adult, and she believed that he should be able to make his own decisions.
Everyone gave their congratulations. John and Margaret never wanted a feast or a celebration after the wedding. They wanted to be alone with each other. Therefore, they decided to walk in the green pastures near Margaret's former house, the place where John once walked when he came in search for his one true love.
The weather did not get any worse. Instead, it became better and better with every passing minute. The long green grass was flowing with the light wind.
John looked at his wife, and he smiled as he held her hands, like he did at the train station.
He felt unable to say anything. Happiness must have taken away his words. He looked as if he was going to say "I want to tell you something," but Margaret seemed to have understood.
"I love you, John, to the very depths of my soul," she said. "Nothing will ever change that. Nothing."
Suddenly, John felt his tongue loosen. "I love you, too, Margaret. I am glad that we are sharing this moment together. I look forward to the future."
"So do I," said she. At that, John's hand cupped her cheek, and he drew her closer to him. They kissed, like the time at the train station. They were happy that they were together. And they thanked God that they did not go out searching for someone else.
The end.