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Thither the angels carry her, lying back in their arms like one fainting. They shall kiss away the black circle of death, and lay her down at the feet of the Lamb. I hear her pleading there for those on earth who consented to her death. O Lois! pray also for me, pray for me, miserable! When he uttered his cousin's name all their eyes turned towards her. It was to her that his vision related!
Running almost broadside to the waves a great deal of water was shipped, which kept Tom busy at the pump. Jasper had no time to pay any attention to the women, but he intuitively knew that Lois was watching him. He was really happier than he had been for days, and he was so pleased that he had been of some service to the woman he loved.
As Polly said afterward, in answer to Betty's questions. "There were so many of them that I couldn't begin to remember their names. I just called them all Mr. Er " "What was the hall like?" Betty had demanded of Lois. "Mercy! I don't remember," she said, "except that it had two big fireplaces and the most fascinating chandeliers made of deers' antlers."
How could Lois help thinking of the past, and speculating on the future, as she sat on Boston pier, at this breathing-time of her life?
It was a very busy ride, something to do at every farm-house: a basket of eggs to be taken in, or some egg-plants, maybe, which Lois laid side by side, Margret noticed, the pearly white balls close to the heap of royal purple.
"Yes, of course," she said, wonderingly. "Good night, pup; I'll see you in the morning." "Better hurry," Polly warned. "Good night." "Good night," Maud said, cheerfully, as she went upstairs. Polly followed her after she had found some food for the dog. Betty and Lois were already in her room.
Her greeting was a cordial one, and Lois was soon confiding to her her trouble; how she had met an old friend after many years, and then how a contretemps had occurred. She told of his writing her, and of her failure to answer his letters, and how her aunt had refused to allow him to come to Brookford to see them. Mrs. Lancaster listened with interest. "My dear, there was nothing in that.
Pleasure is the one serious occupation for the womenkind; and though pleasure may be a good narcotic for some, for Lois it was worse than useless. She needed one being for whom she could bring sacrifices and endless patient devotion, and there was no one. Her two guardians lived for her, and that was not what she hungered after with all the thwarted energy of her soul.
"Let's you an' me get her in her bedroom, an' have her lay down on the bed, an' try an' quiet her," she whispered. "She's all unstrung. Mebbe she'll be better." Mrs. Field at once turned toward her. "I ain't Esther Maxwell," said she. "O Mis' Field! oh, poor woman! it ain't for us to judge you," returned Mrs. Green, in her tender, inexpressibly solemn voice. "Come, Lois."
Daggett. "Likely you'll find her there. She appears to take an interest in every nail that's drove. I can spare the horse this afternoon just as well as not." "'Twould be pleasant," purred Mrs. Daggett. "But, I suppose, by rights, I ought to take Lois along." "Nope," disagreed her husband, shaking his head. "Don't you take Lois; she wouldn't talk confiding to Lois, the way she would to you.
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