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She was rocking to and fro in her grief, with her hands pressed over her face, as she thus moaned out a prayer that God would help her to feel, as well as to say, "Thy will be done," and for a long time she sat there thus, while the sun crept on further toward the west, and the freshened breeze shook the tasseled pine above her head and kissed the bands of rich brown hair, from which her hat had fallen She did not heed the lapse of time in the earnest prayer she breathed for entire sub up the pathway to the ledge where she was sitting, the footstep which paused at intervals, as if the comer eary, or else in quest of some one, but which at last ca the trees shohere Helen sat It was a tall youngman sunburned and scarred, with uniform soiled and worn, but with the fire in his brown eyes unquenched, the love in his true heart unchanged, save as it was deeper, , cruel suspense which was all over now The grave had given up its dead, the captive was released, and through incredible suffering and danger had reached his Northern hoirl-wife of a few hours, for it was Mark Ray speeding up the path, and holding back his breath as he cae throb of ahen he saw thedress, and kneorn for him A moment more, and she lay in his ar of his arms around her neck, the pressure of his lips upon her cheek, the calling of her na it was really her husband, she had uttered a wild, impassioned cry, half of terror, half of joy, and fainted entirely away, just as she did when told that he was dead! There was no water near, but with loving words and soft caresses, Mark brought her back to life, raining both tears and kisses upon the dear face which had grown so white and thin since the Christht had looked down upon their parting For severaljoy which wholly precluded the utterance of a word Helen was the first to rally, and lying in Mark's lap, with her head pillowed on Mark's arether You, too, have learned to pray"