It was soon all over.
"She had outsoared the shadow of our night, And that unrest which men misname delight." The bridal robes were folded away, the bridegroom went back to his regiment, the heartsore father tried to take up his life again.

But it seemed to him to have been broken in two by the blow; and besides this, there was a little strip of paper which lay like a load upon his heart.

It was the paper he had taken from Helen's dying fingers, and it contained her last request: "Father, dear, dear father, whatever you intended to give me--I pray you--give it to God's poor.
"HELEN.".