She had taken all joy and
hope out of his life and left him to fight his way through the hard,
noisy, cruel hours with anxiety and fear his only companions.
"I am so sorry! I am so sorry!" she whispered. "What was the use of
making him happy for fifty-nine minutes, and then undoing it all in the
sixtieth? I wish--I wish----" and she had a swift sense of wrong and
shame in uttering her wish, and so let it die unspoken on her closed
lips.
At the park entrance John stood still a minute; his desire was to put
Bendigo to his utmost speed and quickly find out the lonely world he
knew of beyond Hatton and Harlow. There he could mingle his prayer with
the fresh winds of heaven and the cries of beasts and birds seeking
their food from God. His flesh had been well satisfied, but Oh how
hungry was his soul! It longed for a renewed sense of God's love and it
longed for some word of assurance from Jane. Then there flashed across
his memory the rumor of war and the clouds in the far west gathering
volume and darkness every day.
Pages:
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219