The Old House, wherefrom the last of a long line had passed on into the Everlasting Mansions, had become God's heritage.
Nurse Sampson spent her Christmas with the Gartneys.
They must have her again, they told her, at parting, for the wedding; which would be in May.
"I may be a thousand miles off, by that time. But I shall think of you, all the same, wherever I am. My work is coming. I feel it. There's a smell of blood and death in the air; and all the strong hearts and hands'll be wanted. You'll see it."
And with that, she was gone.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
THE WEDDING JOURNEY.
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"The tree Sucks kindlier nurture from a soil enriched By its own fallen leaves; and man is made, In heart and spirit, from deciduous hopes And things that seem to perish." |