Thornton kissed her in silence. As Eleanor stood hesitating, Douglas’ arm stole round her waist. “Come with me, dear heart,” he murmured. The lovelight transfigured his strong face and was reflected in her beautiful eyes. Together they strolled to the door, but before passing out of the room Eleanor paused and glanced back at her father.
Thornton’s iron composure had given way, and his head was bowed over the familiar handwriting as he read through tear-dimmed eyes the messages of love and faith penned by his girl wife in the years that were no more.
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes:
A change to the List of Illustrations has been made to correct the typesetters’ error for the placement of the illustration facing page 18.
Minor changes have been made to correct obvious typesetters’ errors and regularize hyphenation. Variant spellings have been retained.