With me you must begin your
life over again."
Upon her hand he pressed a kiss, and no idle eye was there in mockery to
gaze upon them and no ear save his own heard her when she said: "And
together we will do His work."
"In the vineyard of usefulness. Ma'm, we will go among the stricken and
nurse them."
Gentle mischief sometimes sweetens quiet joy. "Then, you haven't come to
tell me good-bye," she said, and the light from her eye fell upon his
face, leaving there a smile. "Well no, not now," he replied, arising.
"But I had spoken for passage in the stage coach and I must go now and
tell them not to save the place for me. And when I come back we will go
to the mountain-top and view from afar the field of our life's work."
"May I go with you?"
Now they were slowly walking toward the gap in the yard fence which Old
Jasper called the gate.
"The way is short, but it lies over the creek and through the brambles,"
he said, and after a pause, looking fondly into her eyes he added, out
of his great store-house of care and sympathy: "The thorns would thirst
for your blood.
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