IN THE DARK. 213
She realized by woman s intuition that his whole soul was wrung with pain, with an agony darker and bitterer than her own; and the exceeding greatness of his suffering gave her strength. A sudden revulsion of feeling affected her. She looked up at him with infinite tenderness.
"I wish I could take all the pain away from you and bear it myself."
"It is God s will; we must submit to it."
"His will!" Her voice was full of rebellion. "Why does he give us such bitter suffering? Doesn t he care? I thought once that God was good, but it is all dark now."
"Hush, you must not think so. After all, it will be only a little while till we meet in heaven, and there no one can take you from me."
"Heaven is so far off. The present is all that I can see, and it is as black as death. Death! it would be sweet to die now with your arms around me; but to live year after year with him! How can I go to him, now that I have known you? How can I bear his presence, his touch?"
She shuddered there in Cecil s arms. All her being shrunk in repugnance at the thought of Sno- qualmie.
"Thank God for death!" said Cecil, brokenly.
"It is so long to wait," she murmured, "and I am so young and strong."
His kisses fell on cheek and brow. She drew down his head and put her cheek against his and clung to him as if she would never let him go.
It was a strange scene, the mournful parting of the lovers in the gloom of the forest and the
