"Thank you all," he said; "but I feel able for the task, and shall enjoy
gratifying my nieces and nephews, as well as the older people."
He then proceeded with his narrative; all listening with deep interest.
Among other incidents connected with his prison life, he told of his
interview with Jackson, and the poor wretch's death that same night.
Elsie shuddered and turned pale, yet breathed a sigh of relief as she laid
her hand in that of her husband, and turned a loving, grateful look upon
her father, to meet his eyes fixed upon her with an expression of deep
thankfulness, mingled with the sadness and awe inspired by the news of the
miscreant's terrible end.
Harold spent the day at his brother's, and availed himself of an
opportunity, which offered that afternoon, to have a little private talk
with Elsie, in which he delivered Walter's packet, telling her how it came
into his hands.
"Dear, dear Walter," she said, weeping, "I have so wanted to know the
particulars of his death, and am so thankful to hear that he was a
Christian."
"His friend told me he was instantly killed, so was spared much
suffering."
"I am thankful for that. I will open this now; you will like to see the
contents."
They were a letter from Walter to her, and two photographs--both excellent
and striking likenesses; one of her in her bridal robes, the other of
himself in his military dress.
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