er; I have said a great deal to him, but mostly to beg him to
forgive me, as I forgive him, all our unkindness to one another. Was
that right, Gladys?'

'Quite right, love. We must forgive, as we hope to be forgiven.'

'Father and mother have forgiven me. Do you think my heavenly Father
has?'

'Yes, I do; because you have repented, and "come to your Father," and
asked forgiveness for His Son's sake.'

'I have, Gladys; so I can go on my journey cheerfully.'

Gladys could scarcely refrain from tears, when she thought of the
journey she was really travelling.

'I know you have forgiven me, Gladys, for all I said of you when you
came here first. Strange that I should have been willing to leave you in
the barn, or anywhere, to die; you who have done so much for me! Oh,
Gladys!'

'Don't think of those times, Netta, dear; they are past, thank God.'

Here the door opened, and Owen appeared, his face beaming with a
happiness that it did all around him good to see.

'What! tears! both of you! Only a week married!' he said, half
playfully, half reproachfully, as he kissed, alternately, his wife and
sister, and finally, sat down by the side of the former.

'It was my fault, Owen,' said Netta.

'Is that true, Gladys--quite true?' asked Owen, taking Gladys' hands in
his, and looking into her eyes.

'Quite true, Owen,' said Gladys, smiling lovingly on the open
countenance of Owen, whilst a quiet tear rolled down her cheek.

Owen kissed off the tear.

'You are happy, my love?' again he asked, as if fearing that a shadow
should pass over that fair, sweet face, to obscure the light of their
spring of wedded life.

Gladys pressed his hands, assured him by a glance true as oaths, and
looked at Netta. The hint was taken.

In a moment Netta's were the thin hands that Owen clasped, her's the
face into which he gazed.

'Owen,' she said earnestly, 'if I go away, will you take my child, as if
she were your own? Will you love her, and bring her up?'

'You are not going away, Netta! But you may be quite sure that I will
love Minette, without any going away. We will all keep together now, we
are too happy--so happy, my Gladys, are we not?'

There was a strange restlessness about Netta. This resolution to go
away had taken such a hold upon her, that she reverted to it again and
again. Gladys confided it to Owen and their mother, and they all decided
that it would be necessary to watch her night and day, without letting
her k