“Here is a letter, honey, for Mrs. Cathy MacRay.”
“O! thank you, Aunty Mary.”
“Ruth it is from my husband. I will read it to you, dear.”
“Please do if it is a love letter.”
“My Dear Cathy, my own darling wife:
I was very anxious to find out if Cresto knew about that mine. So after I kissed you good bye I took the next train out to hunt up the mine. I found it just where he said I would. I find the mine very rich. All he said is true. Finding this mine is a wonderful test for me. Please have a good time and enjoy your old friends. I will send you five hundred dollars to enjoy with Ruth. So go where you please and be happy. I am very busy now. I will write more next time. Please write soon. With love and a thousand kisses,
Your husband,
ADDISON.”
“Ruth, isn’t he a darling to send me so much money without my ever asking for a cent? We will spend this money together, my sweet Doll. Tomorrow we will go to New Orleans and buy some pretty dresses and get some new books. I am so tired I must go to sleep now.”
Ruth was only partly asleep when she heard this song in her room. Ione had taught the sweet song to Cathy and she was now singing it softly. The sweet tune was more beautiful than the words. She never had heard such wonderful music: