We are waiting for you."
How hard her heart beat! And how foolish she was to be nervous!
"This gentleman," began Major Dale, "wants you to hear a story. It may
be sad for ears so young, but perhaps the knowledge that you have helped
Mr. Burlock to settle one point in this story may make it more
interesting to you."
The faint moonlight, that now streamed from the spring sky, made a
silvery glow upon the faces of the two men, and even in the shadows,
that of Miles Burlock showed features firm and what might be called
handsome. Dorothy had often seen him before, but he had never looked
that way. His face was clearer now he was changed.
"Child," he said, extending his hand to her, "You need not fear Miles
Burlock now. He is a man--no longer a slave to rum--but a wake at last."
"I am so glad!" Dorothy stammered.
"Yes, that day you took my hand, although it was not fit for yours, and
the way you asked me to join in the League work came like a miracle of
grace. Perhaps it is--because--because you are so like the child I
lost."
He bowed his head, and for a moment, was silent, then he looked at
Dorothy again.
"As you are the one chosen to help this man find himself--for he has
been morally lost for years,--I feel it may be that you, too, may help
me find my own child," Miles Burlock went on.
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