"
Full of zeal and courage, Debby caught up her
hat and ran down the steps, but, as she saw Frank
Evan coming up the path, a sudden panic fell
upon her, and she could only stand mutely waiting
his approach.
It is asserted that Love is blind; and on the
strength of that popular delusion novel heroes and
heroines go blundering through three volumes of
despair with the plain truth directly under their
absurd noses: but in real life this theory is not
supported; for to a living man the countenance of a
loving woman is more eloquent than any language,
more trustworthy than a world of proverbs, more
beautiful than the sweetest love-lay ever sung.
Frank looked at Debby, and "all her heart
stood up in her eyes," as she stretched her hands
to him, though her lips only whispered very
low,--
"Forgive me, and let me say the 'Yes' I
should have said so long ago."
Had she required any assurance of her lover's
truth, or any reward for her own, she would have
found it in the change that dawned so swiftly in
his face, smoothing the lines upon his forehead,
lighting the gloom of his eye, stirring his firm lips
with a sudden tremor, and making his touch as soft
as it was strong.
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