"George Cadman."
Betty's heart beat with such wild delight, she could scarcely finish reading the letter.
"Of course he shall come!" declared Mrs. Emmit, happily. "And we'll show him how we appreciate his kindness to you on your mission. Answer him right now, child—don't lose any time to tell him he is more than welcome."
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"And so, Betty, now I have told you my life's story," concluded George seriously, looking out upon the glorious view of the mountains from the little knoll where he and Betty sat. This was their favorite resting place, a few miles from town, to which they were accustomed to walk every evening at sun down.
Betty did not answer. She was trying to adjust herself to the revelations. So it was Edith he had loved after all—not Alma!
"And," continued George, breaking the silence, "I'll surprise you when I tell you—I want to be baptized."
Betty turned to him in delight. "You mean it? O! I am so thankful!"
He looked at her tenderly. "Yes, I mean it. I had to suffer to really appreciate religion. And when it comes to choosing one, I don't have to compare long, what you offer me and what the world has to offer. And Betty,—I've awakened to another truth that I have been blind to before."
"What truth?" asked Betty.