"
"Thanks, dearest; I am not too proud to accept your assistance, and we
will build up the old home and make it lovelier than ever, for ourselves
and for our children; what a pleasant work it will be to make it as nearly
as possible an earthly paradise for them."
"Yes," she said, smiling brightly; "the cloud has a silver lining."
"As all our clouds have, dearest."
"Yes; for 'we know that all things work together for good to them that
love God!' But oh, Edward, what an awful end was Jackson's. I shudder to
think of it? and yet--oh, I fear it is not right--but I cannot help
feeling it a relief to know that he is dead. Even in Europe, I could not
divest myself of the fear that he might turn up unexpectedly, and attempt
the lives of my dear ones."
"It is a relief to me also, and not wrong, I think, to feel it so; for we
do not rejoice in his destruction, but would have saved him, if we could.
Has not the news of Walter comforted you in some measure?"
"Yes, oh yes; the dear, dear fellow! You have not seen this," she added,
taking the photograph from her pocket.
"No; it is a striking likeness, and you will value it highly."
"Indeed I shall. Ah, how strange it will be to go home and not find him
there."
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