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Alas! for the many hearts, aching in secret and sending backward vain
regrets for what might have been, what should have been, but what can
never be. And, if sometimes the heart thus wrung cries out with a great
cry for the happiness it has missed, is there disloyalty to him or her
who stands where another should have stood? God only knows, and He is
far more merciful and ready to forgive his erring children than are they
to forgive each other. And he must have pitied the man who, with a
thought of Hannah thrilling every fiber of his heart, went back to the
home where Martha was waiting impatiently for him, with words of chiding
upon her lips.
He knew it would be so, knew she would sit up for him until morning, if
necessary, and knew, too, that in all probability bowls of herb tea and
a hot foot-bath awaited him, for Martha was careful of his health, and
sometimes oppressive with her attentions, and he sighed as he drew near
his home and saw the light, and thought, "Oh, if she would only go to
bed and leave me alone awhile, and not make me talk.


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