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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
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The door opens, and Bessie, with a wild cry, moves but a step, and presses her hand to her heart. George stands before her, pale with the excitement of the moment, but hopeful, and with love in his eyes.
'George, my dear boy!' cries old Ben, grasping the young man's hands.
'Can you forgive me, Bessie?' asks George.
A grateful sob escapes from the girl's overcharged heart, and the lovers are linked in a close embrace.
As if this happy union has conjured them up, there enter on the instant Jim Naldret and Mrs. Naldret, she nursing David's little daughter. And behind them, with a wistful look, with hands that are convulsed with excess of tenderness, with eyes and face and heart filled with yearning love, stands the Mother hungering for her child! Tenderly and solemnly Saul places Tottie in Jane's arms. The Mother steals softly into the shop with her child; and Saul follows, and kneels before her. Presently she takes him also to her breast.
'Dear wife? he murmurs; and a prayer of infinite thankfulness for the mercy and the goodness of God comes to his mind.
Half-an-hour afterwards, he enters the room with Jane and their child.
'Bessie,' he says, 'this is my wife, Jane.'
And as Bessie kisses her and caresses her, the sorrow of the past melts into gratitude for the present.
They sit and talk.
'George and I are going into business together,' says Saul. 'We shall start a little shop of our own.'
'And stop at home,' remarks Mrs. Naldret, 'and be contented.'
'Yes,' replies George, 'on bread-and-cheese and kisses. I shall be able to buy my pots and pans now.'
Somehow or other George has come into possession of the little silk purse again.
'Bessie!' exclaims Mrs. Naldret 'My dream that I told you last year'll come true!'
The maid blushes. She is dreaming happily now. So are they all indeed. Old Ben hopes that they will not wake up presently.
Silence falls upon them. And in the midst of the silence, the sounds of music steal to their ears, and they gaze at each other with earnest grateful eyes. It is the waits playing 'Home, sweet Home.'
'Do you remember, George?' says Bessie, with a tender clasp.
Softly, sweetly, proceeds the hymn of Home. The air is filled with harmony and prayer.
THE END
'George, my dear boy!' cries old Ben, grasping the young man's hands.
'Can you forgive me, Bessie?' asks George.
A grateful sob escapes from the girl's overcharged heart, and the lovers are linked in a close embrace.
As if this happy union has conjured them up, there enter on the instant Jim Naldret and Mrs. Naldret, she nursing David's little daughter. And behind them, with a wistful look, with hands that are convulsed with excess of tenderness, with eyes and face and heart filled with yearning love, stands the Mother hungering for her child! Tenderly and solemnly Saul places Tottie in Jane's arms. The Mother steals softly into the shop with her child; and Saul follows, and kneels before her. Presently she takes him also to her breast.
'Dear wife? he murmurs; and a prayer of infinite thankfulness for the mercy and the goodness of God comes to his mind.
Half-an-hour afterwards, he enters the room with Jane and their child.
'Bessie,' he says, 'this is my wife, Jane.'
And as Bessie kisses her and caresses her, the sorrow of the past melts into gratitude for the present.
They sit and talk.
'George and I are going into business together,' says Saul. 'We shall start a little shop of our own.'
'And stop at home,' remarks Mrs. Naldret, 'and be contented.'
'Yes,' replies George, 'on bread-and-cheese and kisses. I shall be able to buy my pots and pans now.'
Somehow or other George has come into possession of the little silk purse again.
'Bessie!' exclaims Mrs. Naldret 'My dream that I told you last year'll come true!'
The maid blushes. She is dreaming happily now. So are they all indeed. Old Ben hopes that they will not wake up presently.
Silence falls upon them. And in the midst of the silence, the sounds of music steal to their ears, and they gaze at each other with earnest grateful eyes. It is the waits playing 'Home, sweet Home.'
'Do you remember, George?' says Bessie, with a tender clasp.
Softly, sweetly, proceeds the hymn of Home. The air is filled with harmony and prayer.
THE END
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