Her voice broke. She stepped hastily out through the open window, and turned the corner of the house.
Tears were in Mrs. Tracy's eyes.
"She loves him," she said to herself. "I knew it. Surely now all will come right."
And the mother's heart was no longer afraid. She believed that as spring was renewing the face of the dark earth, changing bareness to beauty, gloom to gladness, bitter blast to gentle breeze, so the life of Juliet, chilled and darkened by the errors of her youth, was to break forth into a spring of love and hope, which no shadows from the past should have power to dim.
THE END.
PRINTED BY MORRISON AND GIBB LIMITED, EDINBURGH