"Wiser--better--more patient and forbearing.

Oh, Irene," and his voice grew deep and tender, "why may we not be to each other all that our hearts desire ?" "We can--we must--we will!" she answered, lifting her hidden face from his bosom and turning it up fondly to his.

"God helping me, I will be to you a better wife in the future." "And I a more patient, loving, and forbearing husband," he replied.
"Oh that our hearts might beat together as one heart!" For a little while Irene continued to gaze into her husband's countenance with looks of the tenderest love, and then hid her face on his bosom again.
And thus were they again reconciled..