She flung her arm about the girl to save herself from
falling--a poor prop, for she, too, looked as though she were going to
die, having understood some, if not all, of my talk. It must be
remembered that this poor young thing had never even seen a white man
before.
"Madam, madam," I expostulated, "I pray you to bear up. After living
through so much sorrow it would be foolish to decease of--joy. May I
call in Brother John? He is a clergyman and might be able to say
something appropriate, which I, who am only a hunter, cannot do."
She gathered herself together, opened her eyes and whispered:
"Send him here."
I pushed open the gate behind which the others were clustered.
Catching Brother John, who by now had recovered somewhat, by the arm,
I dragged him forward. The two stood staring at each other, and the
young lady also looked with wide eyes and open mouth.
"Elizabeth!" said John.
She uttered a faint scream, then with a cry of "/Husband!/" flung
herself upon his breast.
I slipped through the gate and shut it fast.
Pages:
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450
451
452
453
454
455
456
457
458
459
460
461
462
463
464
465
466
467