“O! my Divine Heavenly Father and His Holy Angels, Will Thou resurrect me to immortality? Will Thou protect me and those I love, and keep my soul pure? May I prove there is no death to others and serve Thee, My God, faithfully through all eternity? Amen.”
That lonely, dark, stormy night Cathy cried and sobbed for her lovely Ruth. O! how terrible to be all alone at the hour of death!
Cathy’s great sorrow was darker than the night. Absolutely exhausted from crying she fell asleep and dreamed she saw Ruth’s sylph-like form. She was dressed the same as she was that night of her glorious resurrection. Ruth, pale and trembling, stood gazing vacant-eyed, on the immensity of nature. As each stroke flashed, Cathy shrieked in terror. Ruth stood pale and motionless with head uplifted and nostrils dilated in the ecstacy of the moment, the light of heaven beamed across her soulful face. Her body became brilliantly illuminated, the pines could be dimly seen through her almost transparent figure. She lifted her fragile arms heavenward and slowly ascended, the glory shining around her.
A month later Cathy went home to her husband, to love, to comfort and to happiness. There is no happiness like a husband’s immortal love; perfect love never dies.
CHAPTER XII.
“’Tis told somewhere in Eastern story
That those who loved once blossomed as flowers
On the same stem, amid the glory