"My dear, dear husband! what could I ever do without you; how desolate I
should be this day, if I hadn't you to love and care for me!" she said
with a sob, stealing an arm around his neck and laying her cheek to his.
"You know--you cannot have forgotten--that it is just one year to-day
since dear papa died."
"Think what a blessed year it has been to him, love; think what a happy
meeting with him in that blessed land you may look forward to. There,
death-divided friends will meet never to part again, free from sin and
sorrow, pain and care, and to be 'forever with the Lord.'
"No; I have not forgotten what this day one year ago took from you, or
what it gave to me--my heart's best treasure."
He drew her closer, and again touched his lips to her cheek.
Smiling through her tears, she offered her lips.
"Oh, I'm very, very happy!" she said. "It has been a happy year in spite
of my grief for my dear, dear father, except when--O Ned, we won't ever be
cross to one another again, will we?"
"I trust not, my darling," he said. "It is too sharp a pain to be at
variance with one's other half," he added, with playful tenderness.
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