I found I must look upon the scene, though
it broke my heart. I arrived at the last minute, stood in the shadow of
the doorway during the ceremony, saw you look up towards me at its
conclusion, then turned and fled from the house; fearful of being
recognized and forced to betray my secret which I felt I could not hide.
"But don't weep for me, dear friend, my sorrow and disappointment proved
blessings in disguise, for through them I was brought to a saving
knowledge of Him
"'whom my soul desires above
All earthly joy or earthly love.'"
"And oh, Harold, how infinitely more is His love worth than mine!"
But her eye fell upon Walter's letter lying forgotten in her lap. She took
it up, glanced over it, then read it more carefully, pausing often to wipe
away the blinding tears. As she finished, Mr. Travilla came in.
"Here is a letter from Walter, Edward," she said, in tremulous tones, as
she handed it to him.
"Then the report of his death was untrue?" he exclaimed inquiringly, a
glad look coming into his face.
"Only too true," she answered, with a fresh burst of tears; and Harold
briefly explained.
"Shall I read it aloud, wife?" Mr. Travilla asked.
"If Harold cares to hear. There is no secret."
"I should like it greatly," Harold said; and Mr.
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