e! But I do
not understand my blessedness--I do not," he said, dropping his head on
her shoulders, while she still lay on his bosom, in a dream, a trance of
perfect contentment.

"Oh, Rule, my husband, my lord, my king! I have come to you,
unconsciously led by the Divine Providence! But I have come to you, to
stay forever, if you will have me! I have come, never, never, never to
leave you, unless you send me away!" she said.

"I send you away, dear? I send away my restored life from me? Ah, you
know, you know how impossible that would be! But if I should try to tell
you, dear, all that I feel at this moment, I should fail, and talk
folly, for no human words can utter this, dear! But I am amazed--amazed
to see you here with me, as the dead to the material world might be, on
awaking amid the splendors of Paradise!"

"You wish to know how I came?"

"No! I do not! Amazed as I may be, I am content to know that you are
here, dear--here! But," he said, looking around on the rudeness of his
hut, "oh, what a place to receive you in! I left you in a palace,
surrounded by all the splendors and luxuries of civilization! I receive
you in a log cabin, bare of even the necessaries and comforts of life!"
he added, gravely.

"But you left me a discarded, broken-hearted woman, and you receive me a
restored and happy wife!" she exclaimed.

"But, oh, Cora! can you live with me here, here? Look around you, dear!
Look on the home you would share!--the walls of logs, the chimney of
rocks, the floor of stone, the cups and dishes of earthenware, pewter
and iron, the--"

She interrupted him, passionately:

"But you are here, Rule! You! you! And the log hut is transfigured into
a mansion of light! A mansion like the many in our Heavenly Father's
House! Oh, Rule! you, you are all, all to me! life, joy, riches,
splendor, all to me! Am I all to you, Rule?"

"All of earth and heaven, dear."

"Oh, happy I am! Oh, I thank God, I thank God for this happiness! Rule,
we will never part again!--never for a single day! But be together,
to-day and

'To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow,
To the last syllable of recorded time,'

and through the endless ages of eternity! Oh, Rule, how could we ever
have mistaken our hearts? How could we ever have parted?"

"The mistake was mine only, dear. After what you told me on our marriage
day, I lost all hope, all interest and ambition in life. I had toiled
and striven and conquered, for the one