"There is no one here," said I, taking her hand, and holding it
tightly in mine, "who wishes you well in the future more sincerely
than I do."
"I know it, Doctor," she answered, returning the warm grasp I gave
her. Her eyes rested steadily in mine, and saw a shadow in them.
"We are sorry to lose you from S----. Indeed we cannot afford to
lose you."
"She is wanted," spoke up her young husband a little proudly, "to
grace a wider and more brilliant sphere of life."
"It is not the brilliant sphere that is always the happiest," said
I. "Life's truest pleasures come oftener to quiet home circles even
among the lowly, than to gilded palaces where fortune's favorites
reside."
"It is not to external condition," the bride remarked, "that we are
to look for happiness." I thought her voice had in it a pensive
tone, as if she were not wholly satisfied with the brilliant promise
that lay before her. "You know, Doctor, we have talked that over
more than once in our lives."
"Yes, Delia; and it is a truth which we ought never to forget--one
that I trust you and your husband will lay up in your hearts.
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