In the morning I was awakened to have my wounds dressed. When at last I was properly awake, I turned quickly to the mattress by my side. A stranger lay upon it, a man on whom I had never before set eyes.
The bandaging hurt me. All that has happened to me since hurt me. But my soul is like a mysterious, locked house. And when I find the key and step right down into myself, to where the pictures painted by my destiny seem reflected on the dark mirror of my soul, then I need only stoop towards the black mirror and see my own picture, which now completely resembles Him, my guide and friend.
The End
Transcriber’s Notes
While the original publication didn’t have a table of contents, one has been added for this Ebook.
Perceived typographical errors have been silently corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.