CHAPTER XXIV.
Perhaps the majesty of Death is better understood when some little soul is swallowed up in the great Mystery than when one is taken on whom Life has laid her bright touch, and made famous and necessary.
Even in quiet Ashurst, Mr.Denner was, as he himself would have, said, of no consequence, and his living was not felt in any way; yet when he was gone, a sudden knowledge came of how much he was to them, and how great a blank he left.

So Death creates greatness.
It was well for Lois Howe, in those first sad days, that her cousin was with her, or the reaction from the excitement of anxiety into hopeless grief might have been even more prostrating than it was.

All the comfort and tenderness Helen could give her in her helpless self-reproach were hers, though she as well as Gifford never sought to make the sorrow less by evading the truth.

But Helen was troubled about her, and said to Dr.
Howe, "Lois must come to see me for a while; she does need a change very much.

I'm afraid she won't be able to go with me next week, but can't she come as soon as she is strong enough to travel ?" And so it was decided that she should come with Gifford, who would go back to Lockhaven in about a fortnight.