"Yes; for 'we know that all things work together for good to them that love God!' But oh, Edward, what an awful end was Jackson's. I shudder to think of it? and yet—oh, I fear it is not right—but I cannot help feeling it a relief to know that he is dead. Even in Europe, I could not divest myself of the fear that he might turn up unexpectedly, and attempt the lives of my dear ones."
"It is a relief to me also, and not wrong, I think, to feel it so; for we do not rejoice in his destruction, but would have saved him, if we could. Has not the news of Walter comforted you in some measure?"
"Yes, oh yes; the dear, dear fellow! You have not seen this," she added, taking the photograph from her pocket.
"No; it is a striking likeness, and you will value it highly."
"Indeed I shall. Ah, how strange it will be to go home and not find him there."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINTH.
"O war!—what, what art thou?
At once the proof and scourge of man's fallen state."
—HANNAH MORE.
Richard Allison had gone to Lansdale for his bride a fortnight ago; they were now taking their bridal trip and expected to reach Elmgrove a day or two before the wedding of May and Harry Duncan. The latter would bring Aunt Wealthy with him, and leave her for a short visit among her friends.
Sophie's mother and sister-in-law, Mrs. Carrington, and Lucy Ross, came earlier, arriving only two days after our party from Europe.