"Yes, I know," returned Hadly, relieved. "Look over your shoulder, you will see a present for my bride."
Venna turned and there upon the wall, she beheld a life-sized portrait of her father, gazing down upon them, with an almost life-like smile.
"O Will!" she exclaimed.
She could say nothing more, but moved slowly to the picture and stood gazing up at the familiar face with an expression of intense yearning. She did not even hear the bell.
Hadly heard it, however, and stepped to the hall.
"We see no one tonight," he instructed the servant. Then he quietly closed the door and stepped over to Venna's side. Putting his arm about her, he gently drew her to him.
"You like it?" he asked, pleased.
"Oh, it was so thoughtful of you!" she exclaimed gratefully. "I can feel his presence here tonight."
The door opened so quietly that neither one noticed it.
Hadly stooped and kissed Venna.