Welcome, welcome wind! They all heard it now.

"Oh, Father in heaven, so merciful to fathers on earth--my son, my son!" It came in, louder and louder with every gust of wind--the joyous, rapid gathering roll of wheels.

My eyes fastened on her as if they could see to her heart, while she stood there with her sweet face turned on me all pale and startled.

I tried to speak to her; I tried to break away from Owen's arms, to throw my own arms round her, to keep her on my bosom, till _he_ came to take her from me.

But all my strength had gone in the long waiting and the long suspense.