Who or what is
driving you down this road of destruction? I have left home at a hard
time to help you. Come to me, Harry! Come and sit down beside me as you
always have done. Tell me what is wrong, my brother!"
Harry was walking angrily about the room, but at these words his eyes
filled with tears. He stood still and looked at John and when John
stretched out his arms, he could not resist the invitation. The next
moment his head was on John's breast and John's arm was across Harry's
shoulders and John was saying such words as the wounded heart loves to
hear. Then Harry told all his trouble and all his temptation and John
freely forgave him. With little persuasion, indeed almost voluntarily,
he gave John a sacred promise never to touch a card again. And then
there were some moments of that satisfying silence which occurs when a
great danger has been averted or a great wrong been put right.
But Harry looked white and wretched. He had been driven, as it were, out
of the road of destruction, but he felt like a man in a pathless desert
who saw no road of any kind.
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