That is why even the winds in the treetops whisper her name, L'Ange! Does it not seem to you that even the moon shines brighter here upon these little mounds and the crosses ?" "Yes," breathed Philip reverently.
Jean pointed to a larger mound, the one guardian mound of them all, rising a little above the others, its cross lifted watchfully above the other crosses; and he said, as if the spirits themselves were listening to him: "M'sieur, there is my wife, my Iowaka.

She died three years ago, but she is with me always, and even now her beloved voice is singing in my heart, telling me that it is not black and cold where she and the little ones are waiting, but that all is light and beautiful.
M'sieur"-- his voice dropped to a whisper--"Could I sell my hereafter with her for the price of another woman's love on earth ?" Philip tried to speak; and strange after a moment he succeeded in saying: "Jean, an hour ago, I thought I was a man.

I see how far short of that I have fallen.

Forgive me, and let me be your brother.

Such a love as yours is my love for Josephine.