“There’s no destroying death frost here, To nip the hope buds ere they bloom; The bridal tour is through the spheres; Eternity the honeymoon.” Addison, you will be too busy to get lonely while Cathy is gone. Your new mine will keep you very busy, and in time will make you a very rich man.” “I will give one-half of all I have to my Cathy to do as she pleases with.” “You will both put the money in a good cause.” A week later Ruth was holding Cathy in her arms. “O! Cathy, do you love me so much as to leave your husband and lovely new bungalow, just to visit me, dear?” “Yes, Doll, I love you just that much, and a thousandfold more. Ruth, dear, let’s spend a month in talking and laughing our heads off? I have been so busy the rest and fun will do me good.” “Cathy, I wish I could tell you how happy your visit has made me.” “You dear little sweetheart, I love you!” “My sweet Cathy!” “Here is a letter, honey, for Mrs. Cathy MacRay.” “O! thank you, Aunty Mary.” “Ruth it is from my husband. I will read it to you, dear.” “Please do if it is a love letter.” “My Dear Cathy, my own darling wife: I was very anxious to find out if Cresto knew about that mine. So after I kissed you good bye I took the next train out to hunt up the mine. I found it just where he said I would. I find the mine very rich. All he said is true. Finding this mine is a wonderful test for me. Please have a good time and enjoy your old friends. I will send you five hundred dollars to enjoy with Ruth. So go where you please and be happy. I am very busy now. I will write more next time. Please write soon. With love and a thousand kisses, Your husband, ADDISON.” “Ruth, isn’t he a darling to send me so much money without my ever asking for a cent? We will spend this money together, my sweet Doll. Tomorrow we will go to New Orleans and buy some pretty dresses and get some new books. I am so tired I must go to sleep now.” Ruth was only partly asleep when she heard this song in her room. Ione had taught the sweet song to Cathy and she was now singing it softly. The sweet tune was more beautiful than the words. She never had heard such wonderful music: “I sat anticipating, yet awed, with that instinct alert, Dreading but longing for I knew not what; While he with the still swiftness, that bespeaks the All stirred within, Glided beside me; And with tender arms around and about me, like the will o’ the wisp, He drew me closely to his loving breast; And he kissed me, and he kissed me,