“My eyes are dim,” she whispered.
“It is this—In the hand of manhood’s tenderest love I bring to thee my boyhood’s brightest dream. I was a man when I woke, but I have never lived till you taught me. Keep this as a pledge of eternal love. It’s the only little trinket I ever possessed. The world will see our ring. Don’t let them see this. It is the seal of your sovereignty of my soul in life, in death, and beyond. Will you make me this eternal pledge?”
“Unto the uttermost!” she murmured.
“Unto the uttermost!” he solemnly echoed.
“And now, what can I say or do for you when you show me in this spirit of prodigal sacrifice how dear I am in your eyes?”
“Those words from your lips are enough,” he declared.
“I ’ll give you more. I’m going to give you just a little bit of myself. I haven’t asked Mama, but we are engaged now—come closer.”
She placed her beautiful arms around his neck and pressed her lips upon his in the first rapturous kiss of love.
“No,—no more. It is enough,” she protested.