CHAPTER XIV.
A Contrast—The Husband and the Lover.
"Here is a letter for you, Edith. Shall I read it?" Howard asked his wife.
Pale and thin she lay outstretched on a couch near him.
"Yes, please," answered Edith.
Howard tore open the letter and read.
"Dear Sister Edith: I am transferred to New York, and will arrive there tomorrow. I can't tell you how glad I will be to be near you a few months. Your letters have been so welcome, but they are not like our good old talks and discussions. I'm hoping you wall be a 'Mormon' yet. I will come to see you, directly I arrive.
"Always your loving friend,
Betty Emmit."
"That fanatical girl back again! I suppose now you're weak, she will influence you."
Edith's face flushed.
"Please give me the letter, Howard," she said gently, and he obeyed.