"
The old gentleman had remained in the hall but was now summoned to
the bedside where he learned the sad story of the wreck of two human
lives.
"I was selfish and wayward; heartless and cruel. Many wrongs
have been encouraged because it was all right in the eyes of the
hollow-hearted fashionable world. Oh! society! you have much to
answer for!"
Mrs. Arnold broke down completely, and gave way to heart-rending
sobs.
"Let her weep," thought the old man, "It will do her good."
Montague Arnold now raised himself upon the pillow, but the effort
was too much, and he sank back exhausted, murmuring, "It will not be
long."
"Oh! Montague! my husband," exclaimed the woman, rushing wildly to
his bedside, and putting her arm around his neck, "Oh! my husband,
you must not die. We will began life anew, and each hour atone for
the past."
"Let us thank a merciful Saviour that atonement has been made both
for you and me, Evelyn."
"How came my husband to realize such a change," asked the
grief-smitten wife, gazing sadly into the old man's face.
"The good Chaplain remained with him nearly all night, and on
passing my house this morning came to tell us that the dying man had
indeed become truly penitent.
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