"Do not speak so sadly, dear. It is not because we are poor, is it?"
"No, love, it is not that. But if your dreams should not come
true----"
"Why, then," she answered, and her voice was like music in his ears, "we have faced trouble before, and can face it again. It will make no difference so long as we are together. God is all-merciful and in him I put my trust. To the last--to the last--dear and honored husband, we will not lose our trust in him. Do not be sad. All will come right--I feel it will. It is as if a divine voice is whispering to me."
When Aaron rejoined his friend the color had returned to his face, his step was firmer, his eye brighter.
"There is an angel by my side," he said. "Let my enemies do their worst. I am armed against them. Does this article make any change in our friendship?"
"It binds me closer to you, Cohen."
Aaron pressed Mr. Moss' hand. "Love and friendship are mine," he said simply. "What more can I desire?"
[CHAPTER XLII.]
RETRIBUTION.
The following morning Aaron went to the office as usual, and quickly discovered that the poisoned arrow had found its mark. He was received with coldness, and the principals of the firm passed his desk without speaking to him. He observed the older employees whispering together, and looking at him furtively, avoiding his eye when he returned their gaze. His mind was soon made up; he would not wait for the dismissal he saw impending, and in an interview with his employers he tendered his resignation.