Weighed in his balance, they
were all wanting.
Neither was Henry Hatton without fault; but the Hatton family was good
to its root, as far as he knew or could hear tell, and at least he had
been frankly honest both with his daughter and himself. He found
strength and comfort in this reflection, and finally through it reached
the higher attitude, which made him rise to his feet, clasp his hands,
and lift his face with whispered prayer to the Father and Lover of
souls. Leaving Lucy in His care, his heart was at rest, and he lay down
in peace and slept.
CHAPTER V
THE HEARTH FIRE
He who has drunk of Love's sharp strong wine,
Will drink thereof till death.
Love comes in silence and alone
To meet the elected One.
* * * * *
It was a chill, misty evening in the last days of September, and John
Hatton was sitting by the fire in the great central hall. He was
thinking of many things, but through all of them the idea of his brother
Harry swept like an obliterating cloud.
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