Love, such love as worn-out civilization knows not, took possession of Joyce Lauzoon. A love that controlled and uplifted.
Dale waited—then she came to him, glorious and strong in her power of joy-giving. She clasped her hands around his neck, and lifted her face to his; their lips met and their eyes grew wondrously tender.
"And now,"—it was Joyce who recalled him to duty—"where shall we go?"
His promise to Drew followed close on the question; and Ruth Dale's farewell to him as she slipped from his life came with a new meaning.
"Sweet," he whispered, "they are waiting for us—Drew, and my sister, Ruth Dale."
THE END
Transcriber's Notes
1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards.
2. The Table of Contents was not present in the original book.