Into
the darkness that surrounded me like the pall of death, a little
light has already penetrated.'"
"May it shine unto the perfect day!" I answered fervently.
"And, dear husband! it will shine," said Constance, a glow of
enthusiasm lighting up her face, and giving it a new beauty, "even
unto the perfect day! Not the perfect day of earthly bliss--for I
think the sun of that day has gone down never to rise again for
her--but the perfect day of that higher life, which to many comes
not, except through the gates of tribulation."
CHAPTER XXII.
I was shocked and distressed by the painful revelation which Mrs.
Dewey had made to Constance. A sadder history in real life I had
never heard.
A few days after this memorable visit to the Allen House, a note was
received by my wife, containing this single word, "_Come_," and
signed _Delia_.
"Any change in the aspect of affairs?" I inquired of Constance on
her return.
"Yes. Mrs. Dewey has received notice, in due form, of her husband's
application for a divorce."
"What has she done?"
"Nothing yet.
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