THE INHERITANCE.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE INHERITANCE.
Little more is to be told.
Time has smoothed the jagged edges, and I have never again dared to measure my puny wisdom to His. Yet, and there is a forgiveness, no day passes without the question: "Is what I have learned worth the tuition fee?"
True, my knowledge is trifling when compared to yours, but we also differ in our "Whence."
To me it is all a miracle. Before it I did not even grope about in the darkness searching for light.
I was satisfied.
Now I know at least that there is a soul, a mind within me, and that they were given for a purpose. There are limits to my understanding, and why it was that just as the portals of the better life were slowly opening to me, my little guide should fall exhausted on the threshold, is now a mystery to me, but will some day be answered.
Soon after the funeral the mother and the little brother went West to the elder son to make their future home with him. That left just Bill and me.