By degrees he came out of his hysterical frenzy, and returned to a

somewhat normal state of mind. He reasoned himself several times into the

belief that those men were not in the least like the men he had seen

Sunday. He knew that one could not recognize one's own brother at that

distance and that rate of passing speed. He tried to think that Elizabeth

would be cared for. She had come through many a danger, and was it likely

that the God in whom she trusted, who had guarded her so many times in her

great peril, would desert her now in her dire need? Would He not raise up

help for her somewhere? Perhaps another man as good as he, and as

trustworthy as he had tried to be, would find her and help her.

But that thought was not pleasant. He put it away impatiently. It cut him.

Why had she talked so much about the lady? The lady! Ah! How was it the

lady came no more into his thoughts? The memory of her haughty face no

more quickened his heart-beats. Was he fickle that he could lose what he

had supposed was a lifelong passion in a few days?

The darkness was creeping on. Where was Elizabeth? Had she found a refuge

for the night? Or was she wandering on an unknown trail, hearing voices

and oaths through the darkness, and seeing the gleaming of wild eyes low

in the bushes ahead? How could he have left her? How could he? He must go

back even yet. He must, he must, he must!

And so it went on through the long night.

The train stopped at several places to take on water; but there seemed to

be no human habitation near, or else his eyes were dim with his trouble.

Once, when they stopped longer than the other times, he got up and walked

the length of the car and down the steps to the ground. He even stood

there, and let the train start jerkily on till his car had passed him, and

the steps were just sliding by, and tried to think whether he would not

stay, and go back in some way to find her. Then the impossibility of the

search, and of his getting back in time to do any good, helped him to

spring on board just before it was too late. He walked back to his seat

saying to himself, "Fool! Fool!"

It was not till morning that he remembered his baggage and went in search

of it. There he found a letter from his cousin, with other letters and

telegrams explaining the state of affairs at home. He came back to his

seat laden with a large leather grip and a suitcase. He sat down to read

his letters, and these took his mind away from his troubled thoughts for a

little while. There was a letter from his mother, sweet, graceful, half

wistfully offering her sympathy. He saw she guessed the reason why he had

left her and gone to this far place. Dear little mother! What would she

say if she knew his trouble now? And then would return his heart-frenzy

over Elizabeth's peril. O to know that she was protected, hidden!




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