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“hg THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S =——s—<“i‘;~;~*~=éSO ~~. rs —- . - “To a great extent, darling.” ~ But even if I should tell you ‘no,’ you would be happy after a while, Charlie. Time heals everything.” “ Not everything, Lorie.” “ Yes, everything,” she said, decidedly. “You know that time heals everything, Charlie—even the old pain of un- forgiveness.” “Hush!” he said, swiftly, and his hands on both her arms as he held her facing him, were trembling with the wish to hold her free from pain. “You are never to say such things again, dearest. Let those things pass. You have suffered enough for them, and God will lay His great tenderness over them.” She was silent a moment, as though reading his inmost thought, the lifted eyes grave and searching and tender. Then she turned from the gruesome chasm buried at her feet in its treacherous shroud of mist, and said, softly, with a tenderness that touched him deeply : “God is very good, Charlie. I cannot doubt his tender- ness. All my life I will leave in his hands as you say—all my life, past as well as future.” Then presently she added: | ‘‘Let us go, Charlie. I leave here buried in the heart of His mountains the bitterness that has shadowed not only _my life but the lives of those who love me. The mountains — are His and my life is His.” But as they paused for an instant on the rotten bridge with the waters sobbing at their feet, black with the slime and smoke of the town, she laid her hand earnestly upon his arm, and lifting her grave face to his, flushing with its new tenderness, she added, softly: “You have been so good to me always, Charlie! Are you sure—sure you do want nobody but that girl of Johnson’s? I come with empty hands, you know.” < He smiled into the quivering face and wide, searching eyes as he answered her, taking her two hands in his closely as though he would never again let them go from him: Eomicbooks (EO) am