For He shall give His angels charge over thee,
To keep thee in all thy ways.”
There is no fear in love, and Jeanie, obedient, listening, heard—the terror is withdrawn.
In the library, father dear kept his lonely vigil. Only the fire-light dispelling the gloom. But two sentences ring in his ears:—
“God is love!”
“Love never faileth!”
The doctor friend, walking back and forth in the wide hall, found his feet keeping time with the song in his heart—
“God will take care o’ her!
God will take care o’ her!”
Hurried footsteps on the walk—someone bounded up the steps; the old butler, Robert, was at the door before the bell sounded. The messenger’s face was all aglow: “Telegram—Mr. Douglas;” thrusting the yellow envelope into the man’s hand, he was off like a shot. Robert never knew just how he reached the library. He was faint with fear, torn with apprehension.