"AFTER TEARS AND WEEPING, HE POURETH IN JOYFULNESS."
"Do not spurn me in my prayer,
For this wand'ring ever longer, evermore,
Hath overworn me,
And I know not on what shore
I may rest from my despair."
Browning.
rom his pale lips dropped one word:
"Georgia!"
"Dearest Richmond," she said, looking up in his face with her radiant eyes.
"Oh, Georgia, my wronged wife, can you ever forgive me?" he cried, passionately.
"I have nothing to forgive, my husband," she said, sweetly. "It is I who should be forgiven."
"Oh, Georgia, where have you been? Do I really see you, or do I dream? So often have I dreamed you were restored, and woke to find it a dream. Is this a delusion like the rest?"