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Elsie’s Womanhood

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I think I can trust him again, and it is a great relief to my mind to have some one there to attend to the welfare of their souls and bodies." "Have you gotten over your fright of this evening ?" he inquired tenderly, bending towards her, and speaking lower than before.
"Almost if--if you have not to return to Ion to-night.

Must you, really ?" "Yes; mother would be alarmed by my absence; and she seldom retires till I am there to bid her good-night." "Then promise me to avoid that thicket," she pleaded anxiously.
"I cannot think there is any real danger," he said, with a reassuring smile, "but I shall take the other road; 'tis but a mile further round, and it would pay me to travel fifty to spare you a moment's anxiety, dearest." She looked her thanks.
He left at ten, his usual hour, bidding her have no fear for him, since no real evil can befall those who put their trust in Him whose watchful, protecting care is ever about His chosen ones.
"Yes," she whispered, as for a moment his arm encircled her waist, "'What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.' It is comparatively easy to trust for myself, and God will help me to do it for you also." She stood at the window watching his departure, her heart going up in silent prayer for his safety.

Then, saying to herself, "Papa must not be disturbed with my idle fancies," she turned to receive his good-night with a face so serene and unclouded, a manner so calm and peaceful, that he had no suspicion of anything amiss.
Nor was it an assumed peace and calmness; for she had not now to learn to cast her care on the Lord, whom she had loved and served from her very infancy; and her head had not rested many moments upon her pillow ere she fell into a deep, sweet sleep, that lasted until morning.
While Elsie slept, and Mr.Travilla galloped homeward by the longer route, the moon, peering through the cloud curtains, looked down upon a dark figure, standing behind a tree not many yards distant from the thicket Elsie had besought her friend to shun.

The man held a revolver in his hand, ready cocked for instant use.

His attitude was that of one listening intently for some expected sound.
He had stood thus for hours, and was growing very weary.


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