Leslie Graham.
Mrs. Lawson sat for a moment as if buried in earnest thought, and as
her companions glanced at the sweet, sympathetic face they were also
affected in turn.
The past with all its light and shade was lovingly touched upon, and
as the gentle Marguerite's eyes were dimmed with tears her heart was
full of gratitude.
Helen Rushton _did_ make a full confession of her love affairs,
expressly for Cousin Jennie. What that confession was we will not
say, but presume upon the imagination of the reader. It is several
hours later. Helen has retired to her own room, and her old friend
lingers lovingly beside her. They chat of other scenes and other
days, and the hour flies too quickly.
A step is heard coming through the hall. Ah! the magic of that step.
"It is Phillip, Helen," and a gleam of love lights up the angelic
face.
"Good night, dearest," exclaimed Marguerite, embracing her friend in
the old school-girl fashion.
"Good night, Marguerite, if my life be indeed half as happy as
yours; it is all I ask."
"Yes, Helen, I am truly happy," and the young wife went forth to
meet the loving embrace of a tender, true and devoted husband.
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