not disappear _to come back_ another day,
when you can redeem the past? Suppose you went away to a strange place,
and worked hard, oh, very hard, and denied yourself every possible
thing, so as to save up money. Suppose you succeeded--when people are
terribly in earnest about a thing, they generally _do_ succeed--and in
some years' time could pay off what you owe! That would be braver than
killing yourself, wouldn't it? That would be worth living for. Or if
it took too long to pay it back in your friend's lifetime, he has
children, and you could help them as their father has helped you. That
would be paying back the debt in the way he would like best. Think of
it! They would imagine you dead, or perhaps worse than dead, but they
wouldn't be angry with you any more; people don't go on being angry for
years and years, especially if they are good and kind, as your friends
must be. But some day it might happen that they were in trouble, or
getting old and tired, and feeling it was hard to go on working, and a
letter would come in-- from you--and inside that letter there would be a
cheque, and they would be so happy, and so thankful, and so _helped_!
And they would send for you to come back, and the old trouble would be
wiped away, and they would honour you for your brave fight. Oh, you
will--you _will_! You must do it! Promise, promise that you will!"

Her voice broke into a sob, and something like a faint echo of the sound
came to her ears through the darkness. It seemed the most promising
answer she could have had, in its contrast from the biting self-
possession of a few minutes before. Her heart beat high with hope.

"Is there any place to which you could go? Have you enough money left
to take you there?" she questioned, as if the matter were already
settled, and, consciously or unconsciously, the stranger replied in the
same vein.

"I have an old friend in America; he would help me to a start. I have a
good many possessions left; they would bring in enough to pay the
passage if--"

"No, there is no `if'! Don't let yourself say it! Sell the things to-
morrow, and begin again in a new world, in a new way. Believe that God
_does_ care, and that it is a chance that He has given you, and every
night and every morning, oh, and so often through the day, I shall
remember you, and pray that you may be helped! Sometimes when you feel
lonely you may be glad to know that one person in the Old Country knows