"Of course I do," she said at last.
"Then hear what your grandfather's friend has come to say for him, and forget yourself in doing to others as you would have them----really, Ruth, that is all of religion or of life worth while.

Go on, Mr.
Kennedy." The Harvester drew up a chair, seated himself beside the Girl, and taking one of her hands, he held it closely and waited.
"I was sent here by my law partner and my closest friend, Mr.Alexander Herron, of Philadelphia," said the stranger.

"Both he and Mrs.Herron were bitterly opposed to your mother's marriage, because they knew life and human nature, and there never is but one end to men such as she married." "You may omit that," said the Girl coldly.

"Simply state why you are here." "In response to an inquiry from your husband concerning the originals of some photographs he sent to a detective agency in New York.

They have had the case for years, and recognizing the pictures as a clue, they telegraphed Mr.Herron.The prospect of news after years of fruitless searching so prostrated Mrs.Herron that he dared not leave her, and he sent me." "Kindly tell me this," said the Girl.