Good old Mr. Eltinge spoke
to us. He said he knew from his own long experience that there
was a Divine Friend who was able and willing to cure every earthly
trouble, and he spoke so simply and kindly that he caught my attention
and revived my hope. I felt when I entered that place I hadn't a
friend in the world or out of it. I was just blind and desperate
with shame and discouragement, and--and--but perhaps you have read
the letter I gave you?"
"Miss Mayhew, every word of it is burned into my memory. I scarcely
moved after reading it till the morning dawned, and then I went
out and walked for hours before I could compose myself and dared to
meet any one. As I told you then, so I say again, I had a greater
escape than you had."
"I'm very, very sorry," she replied, in a tone of deep regret.
"I too am very, very sorry, but it is for you."
She looked up quickly, and saw that his eyes were full of tears.
"I'm not ashamed of them in this instance, Miss Mayhew," he said,
dashing them away.
She looked at him wonderingly, and then murmured: "Oh, thank God
it has all turned out as it has." After a moment she added: "I've
misjudged you also, Mr.
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