He gazed
into the face he loved so well, and a faint smile overspread his
countenance. He lay with his hands clasped in those of his child and
seemed supremely happy.
"It is almost a pity that he should be aroused from this happy,
trance-like state," said Mrs. Montgomery as she quietly raised the
sick man to administer the medicine that had been consigned to her
care.
Marguerite once more pressed the thin lips and stood at a distance,
as if trying to think whether it were reality or dreamland.
Other eyes looked upon the maiden and other hands clasped in prayer
were indeed very near.
What subtle power caused Marguerite to look around? What subtle
power caused her to hold her breath as if oppressed with some
invisible presence?
"Miss Verne, I'm glad you are here."
"Thank you Mr. Lawson," was the quiet reply, but in the look there
was a world of sympathy that smote deeply into Phillip Lawson's
heart.
CHAPTER XXXV.
A MINISTERING ANGEL--A SUDDEN REVELATION.
Phillip Lawson was not surprised at the great change which had been
wrought in Marguerite Verne. She was kind and thoughtful, but there
was a restraint that made him feel ill at ease.
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