If she is purer, I must be worthier.

I can only draw near in spirit--and there can be no spiritual nearness without a likeness of quality.

If the stain of earth is not to be found on her vesture, mine must be white as snow." "It is by fire we are purified, my friend," answered Mrs.Denison, speaking with unusual feeling.
Not many weeks after this interview with Mrs.Denison, she received a communication from Hendrickson that filled her with painful surprise.

It ran thus: "MY BEST FRIEND:--When this comes into your hands, I shall be away from B--.

It is possible that I may never return again.