“And will you really try to control your anger when you feel it is getting the mastery over you?”
“I will, so help me God,” said he, lifting his hand.
“Take care, that is an oath.”
“I know it, and mean it,” said he, much moved.
They went to church together. After church, Mary had a few moments conversation with her pastor. She explained everything to him. “Do you love him, my child,” asked the good father, knowing the human heart only too well. Mary blushed and said—
“Yes, father, I believe I do.”
“Very well, send him to see me to-morrow morning.”
Darrell had a long talk with Father White, and promised solemnly not to coerce or influence his wife to change her religion, and that should their union be blessed with children, they should be baptized and brought up Catholics.
And his union was blessed. Mary made his New England home a paradise, and eight children, sharing largely their mother's fine qualities, filled to overflowing his cup of happiness.