"Her name is Evelyn Chase." Then people began to go into the church.

It was a wedding evidently, although the groom was a tall, lean, middle-aged individual with gray hair.
"It's Mr.Pierson himself," exclaimed Nora in a loud whisper.
The bride-to-be was young and quite pretty.

She was not dressed in white, but it was plain she was the bride because she carried a bouquet and hung on the arm of Anne's incorrigible parent.

As they started up the steps, what should they stumble over but the half-frozen form of the young girl! Then, there was a great deal of acting, not badly done at all, thought David, who had had more experience in these matters than his friends.
The bride refused to go on with the ceremony until the poor little thing was taken care of.

The groom would brook no delay, for, oh, perfidy, he had recognized in the still figure his own child by a former wife deserted years before.
Slowly the forsaken girl regained consciousness, lifted her head from the steps, threw back her shawl, and---- "Heavens and earth, it's Anne herself!" exclaimed Grace.
It was Anne.