“‘Alo Lamar, you and this low, Lena Williams, will be insane here for over one hundred years. Every day will seem a thousand years. After the time expires you may both work your way out of here by degrees! No soul shall ever be permitted to love or help you two fiends in any way; during this time neither you or that wicked woman shall ever see one ray of light. Come, black insane fiends, and obsess these cruel souls for one hundred years and more! Dark spirits take these two low fools! Cast them down into prison; bind them down with thorns and snakes!’ I saw Lena and Alo Lamar severely punished for selling the souls of sweet, pure young girls. “O, woman! woman! when to ill thy mind is bent, All hell contains no fouler fiend.” “Alo Lamar and Lena had ruined the happiness of good women for years. Why shouldn’t they suffer all they caused others to suffer? Kezia dearest, it is only justice! They must reap as they have sown. Kezia, my love, forgive me. You are pale and trembling like a leaf. We will talk of our wedding day, then you will be happy again.” “My darling Persus, next Sunday we will be married.” “My sweet Kezia, will you wear my mother’s wedding veil? My mother asked me if you would honor her by wearing it. Will you, sweetheart?” “My own darling Persus, I would love to wear it.” “Love, soon as we are married, we will work together for good, dear Kezia, my pet, we are so happy together now, that we will devote all our lives in making others happy. We will prove our gratitude to God, by working for Him. I love Him for He has joined our hearts together in perfect love and immortal happiness! It is a pleasure to serve Him with you by my side. May God help us to love others more; the world craves it. Above all things we need now is universal love. Sincere brotherly love. “The soul that loves, forever sings, And feels as light as though it had wings; The heart that trusts, forever prays, A well of peace within it springs. Come good or ill, Whatever today, tomorrow brings, It is His will. “Kezia, my own darling, promise me that you will be brave, if we are ever parted, will you little sweetheart?” We Indians are taught from childhood never to fear death. ‘Death is better than one’s birth. If we are true, good, sincere Catholics.’ Remember, pet, our love will live beyond the grave. Love is life. ‘God is love.’ Love is all there is in life, little girl.” “Persus, darling, how lovely and perfect the world is to us. If we should be parted now, it would kill me. Doctor, I love you fondly. I worship you madly.”