"If only Elkanah were here!" she had sometimes sighed to herself;--but in all these days she wrote him no word. And he--guessing nothing of her long, silent agony, himself sufficiently bemired in his slough of despond, working away with sad, unsatisfied heart in his little studio, hoping yet for light to come to his night--was, in truth, so full of himself, that Hepsy Ann had little of his thoughts. Shall I go farther, and admit that sometimes this poor fellow dimly regretted his pledged heart, and faintly murmured, "If only I were free, _then_ I might do something"? If only the ship were rid of her helmsman, then indeed would she go--somewhere. At last,--it was already near Thanksgiving,--the news reached Elkanah. "I thought you'd ha' been down afore this to see Hepsy Ann Nickerson in her trouble," said an old coasting-skipper to him, with mild reproach, handing him a letter from his mother,--of all persons in the world! Whereupon, seeing ignorance in Elkanah's inquiring glance, he told the story. Elkanah was as one in a maze. Going to his little room, he opened his mother's letter, half-dreading to find here a detailed repetition of what his heart had just taken in. But the letter was short. "MY SON ELKANAH,-- "Do you not know that Captain Elijah Nickerson will never come home from the Banks, and that Hepsy Ann is left alone in the world? "'For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and be joined to his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.'" That was all. Elkanah sat on his stool, before his easel, looking vacantly at the unfinished picture, as one stunned and breathless. For the purport of this message was not to be mistaken. Nor did his conscience leave him in doubt as to his duty, O God! was this, indeed, the end? Had he toiled, and hoped, and prayed, and lived the life of an anchorite these five years only for this? Was such faith, such devotion, _so_ rewarded? But had any one the right to demand this sacrifice of him? Was it not a devilish temptation to take him from his calling, from that work in which God had evidently intended him to work for the world? Had he a right to spoil his life, to belittle his soul, for any consideration? If Hepsy Ann Nickerson had claims, had not he also, and his Art? If he were willing, in this dire extremity, to sacrifice his love, his prospects of married bliss, might he not justly require the same of her? Was not Art his mistress?--Thus whispered the insidious devil of Selfishness to this poor, tempted, anguished soul. "Yea," whispered another still, small voice; "but is not Hepsy Ann your promised wife?" And those fatal words sounded in his heart: "For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and be joined to his wife." "Lord, inspire me to do what is right!" prayed poor mazed Elkanah, sinking on his knees at his cot-side. But presently, through his blinding tears, "Lord, give me strength to do the right!"