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.Travilla read it to him, while Elsie moved away to the farther side of the room, her heart filled with a strange mixture of emotions, in which grief was uppermost.
The letter was filled chiefly with an account of the writer's religious experience.

Since his last visit to the Oaks he had been constantly rejoicing in the love of Christ, and now, expecting, as he did, to fall in the coming battle, death had no terrors for him.