In the last picture he himself bore a part; for when he came upon his shy, suspicious boy clasped in the kind arms of the woman whose brown eyes, once seen, had haunted his thoughts ever since, he gathered them both to him irresistibly. As he laid his cheek against hers, he felt that it was wet with tears. “It lies with you now,” he whispered in her ear, “to give her back to us, well and strong. He says you can. Afterwards--” She drew away from him. “I--I must go. I am so glad--I will do my best,” she answered unsteadily. He caught her hand. “And afterwards?” he repeated, a growing mastery in his voice. She tried to meet his eyes, but her own fell, conquered. End of Project Gutenberg’s In The Valley Of The Shadow, by Josephine Daskam