They had enjoyed much together in their mutual
relation. Trust met trust, hope clasped hope, and each was stronger for
the soul exchange.
When the sun rose in the heavens Truth was on her way, while Error,
tossed in feverish dreams upon her bed, thought the Sun was angry with
her, and was sending his fierce rays upon her head to censure or madden
her. But he was only trying to waken her and urge her to go on with
her sister. A sense of relief came when she opened her eyes and found
it was, after all, only a dream. Yet the pleasure was brief; for a sharp
pain shot through her temples, her brow was feverish, and her pulses
throbbed wildly. "Oh, for the pure air and the cool, refreshing grass!"
she cried. "Oh, better the highway with its friendly blossoms than this
couch of down and this stifled atmosphere which I am breathing!" How
she longed for Truth then, to cool her brow with the touch of her gentle
hand. "Come back, oh, come to me, Truth!" she cried, so hard that the
whole household heard and came to her bedside.
"She is ill and delirious!" they cried in one voice. The family physician
was summoned, who pronounced the case fearful and her life fast ebbing.
"For whom shall we send?" said Mrs. Highbred, who was unused to scenes of
distress and now longed to have her guest far from her dwelling.
"For her sister Truth," said one.
"Truth--Truth," said the physician. "Is it possible?" and he gazed
from one to another for revelation.
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