“Stay, Adah, Lily, don’t say you should hate me;” and the doctor’s voice
was so full of anguish that Adah involuntarily advanced toward him,
standing quite near, while he begged of her to say if the past could not
be forgotten. His family were anxious to receive her. Sweet Anna
Millbrook already loved her as a sister, while he, her husband, words
could not tell his love for her. He would do whatever she required; go
back to the Federal army if she said so; seek for the pardon he was sure
to gain; fight for his country like a hero, periling life and limb, if
she would only give him the shadow of a hope.
“I must have time to think. I cannot decide alone,” Adah answered, while
the doctor clutched her dress, half shrieking with terror,
“You surely will not consult Major Stanley?”
“No,” and Adah spoke reverently, “there’s a mightier friend than he. One
who has never failed me in my need. He will tell me what to do.”
The doctor knew now what she meant, and with a moan he laid his head
again upon the hay, wishing, so much that the lessons taught him when in
that little attic chamber, years ago, he knelt by Adah’s side, and said
with her, “Our Father,” had not been all forgotten. When he lifted up
his face again, Adah was gone, but he knew she would return, and waited
patiently while just outside the door, with her fair face buried in the
sweet Virginia grass, and the warm summer sunshine falling softly upon
her, poor half-crazed Adah fought and won the fiercest battle _she_ had
ever known, coming off conqueror over self, and feeling sure that God
had heard her earnest cry for help, and told her what to do. There was
no wavering now; her step was firm; her voice steady, as she went back
to the doctor’s side, and bending over him, said,
“I will nurse you, till you are well; then you must go back whence you
came, confess your fault, rejoin your regiment, and by your faithfulness
wipe out the stain of desertion. Then, when the war is over, or you are
honorably discharged, I will—be your wife. I may not love you at first
as once I did, but I shall try, and He, who counsels me to tell you this
will help me, I am sure.”
It was almost pitiful now to see the doctor, as he crouched at Adah’s
feet, kissing her hands and blessing her ‘mid his tears. “He would be
worthy of her, and they should yet be so happy.”
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