Oh, who shall tell of the tempest which raged
within as he held for a moment her soft, white hand in his and
looked into the face which, ere he saw it again, might lose its
girlish charm for him, inasmuch as a husband's kisses would have
been showered upon it. Many times he attempted to speak, but could
not, and pressing his lips to hers, he hastened away, going
straight to Nina's grave which had become to him of late a Bethel.
Scarcely was he gone, when Tom, the driver, announced that
something was the matter with the harness, and by this delay,
Edith gained a few moments, which she resolved to spend with Nina.
She did not know that Arthur, too, was there, until she came close
upon him as he bent over the little mound. He heard her step, and
turning toward her, and, half bitterly, "Edith, why will you tempt
me so?"
"Oh, Arthur, don't," and with a piteous cry Edith sank at his
feet, and laying her face on Nina's grave, sobbed out, "I did not
know that you were here, but I am so glad that you are, for I
cannot be without your blessing, you must tell me I am doing
right, or I shall surely die.
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