“I have found him. He is all right—a noble and a true man. I love him as I would a brother. He has been sick, is weak yet, but we will start East in two or three days by the fastest trains. Your ever unchanging and unforgetting friend,
“Edward.”
He told Harry Porchet what he had done, and the latter said:
“You are only too good. Heaven will reward you for it all, and make you happy.”
Oh, how little did he realize that Edward W—— was sacrificing all his hopes of happiness in carrying back to her he loved the man whom she only could love.
Tenderly cared for, and attended by the best physician in Oroville, with good, kind nursing, it was no wonder that the invalid was so soon ready to start out for the East.
Edward W—— went down to San Francisco for a single day, to see that all things went well in the Occidental Bindery, and then returned ready to start eastward.
The very next morning he telegraphed again:
“We are coming. We leave Sacramento on the 10:30 train. All well!”