"Oh, sing me those words again," sobbed Jennie: "sing them again
and again, till they fill my heart with hope."
Ida did so.
"O Ida! God's good angel to me as well as to Harold Van Berg,"
said Jennie, smiling through her tears. "I bless you for those
hopeful words. They will repeat themselves in my heart till all
is clear and our souls that God mated are joined again. My Harrold
was not one who said 'Lord, Lord' very often, but I know that
he tried to 'do the will of his Father which is in heaven.' I am
going to your Friend, Ida, for if ever a poor mortal needed more
than mortal help and cheer, I do. I shall just give up everything
into his hands, and wait patiently."
"The life he will give you again, Jennie, will be infinitely richer
than the one you have lost."
Early in the following week Miss Burton returned to her college
duties. Before parting she said to Ida: "I do not think I shall
ever give way again to my old, bitter, heart-breaking grief."
Almost every one in the house wanted to shake hands with her
in farewell. Poor Mr. Burleigh tried to disguise his feelings by
putting crepe on his hat and tying black shawl of his wife's around
his arm; but he blew his nose so often that he finally said he was
"taking cold on the piazza," and so made a hasty retreat.
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