Suddenly she stretched out her hands to him. "Oh, I want to share your sorrows, David! I want to share your sorrows! And there will be glories! I want to help in the good you are going to do. My life will count for most with you ... I've come to stay, David! I belong with you! I'm not going away! Take me!" He sprang forward. "Oh, Helen!" his soul cried out; and he gathered her into his arms. * * * * * A few minutes later, when he returned from telephoning an old clergyman whom she knew well, she met him with a glowing smile. "I've been all through it--I shall love it, _our_ home!" He thought of the home she had just left. He caught her hands and gazed into her deep eyes. "Darling--you'll never regret this?" he asked slowly. "I never shall." "God grant it!" "I never shall. This is the day when my life begins." "And mine, too!" He drew her to him, and kissed her. "But we must go. He said he'd be waiting for us. Come." She lowered her veil, and they stepped into the hall. In the darkness they reached for each other, their hands touched and clasped; and so, hand in hand, they went down the stairs and forth into the night--and forth into the beginning of life. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of To Him That Hath, by Leroy Scott