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punishment. For with all of us together, with love and forbearance, all—everything was possible—all might have been mended. But, now, with hate and misunderstanding between us, and separated to the four corners of the world—don't you see how much harder God has let us make our problem?"
"I see, yes!" whispers Evelyn. "I see—I see it now! Oh, if I had only seen—guessed that this might happen before! Yes, it is too late! All is too late! Jon, before you return I shall die."
And nice old Jon, seeing her agony, stopped his own and comforted her.
"But it is not too late, dear sister, for much else that will now come to pass. At first I was shocked, too. But now—I believe I'm glad. I was not meant for a traitor. I see—I see so far and so much beyond! This was meant to be as it is. I was to be a Union soldier. Let us accept it—and follow on to happiness."
"Happiness?" moans Evelyn.
"Happiness," says Jon, solemn. "Don't you
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