Then, when our joy was fullest, a choir from a neighbouring church began to sing-- "Christians, awake, salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born." It was indeed, a happy Christmas morn to us.

The darkness had rolled away, and the light of heaven shone upon us.
When I left shortly after, I asked whether I should come the next day, or rather when daylight came, and spend Christmas Day with her.
"You must not be later than nine o'clock," she said, with a glad laugh, while my heart seemed ready to break for joy.
I have nearly told my story now; the loving work of months is almost at an end, and soon I must drop my pen.

I am very happy, happier than I ever hoped to be.

My new-found strength not only brought me freedom from my enemy, not only enabled me to accomplish my purpose, but gave me fuller and richer life.

Gertrude and I live under brighter skies than we should do had I not been led through so terrible an experience.