WEALTH WITHOUT WINGS. 45

 

“My husband! my dear husband!’ murmured
Edith. :
“My wife! my good angel!” was the low, thrill-
ing response; and Claire pressed his lips almost
reverently upon the brow of his wife.
“‘T have had a fearful dream, Edith!” said he;
“a very fearful dream. Thank God, I am awake

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now.
‘«¢ A dream, Edward ?” returned his wife, not fully
comprehending him.

‘“¢Yes, love, a dream; yet far too real. Surely, I
dreamed, or was under some dire enchantment. But
the spell is gone—gone, I trust, for ever.”

“What spell, love? Oh, speak to me a plainer
language !”

““T think, Edith,” said the young man, after re-
maining thoughtfully silent for some time, ‘that I
will try and get another place. I don’t believe

it is good for me to live with Leonard Jasper.
Gold is the god he worships ; and I find myself
daily tempted to bend my knee in the same
idolatry.”
«“ Edward!” A shadow had fallen on the face of
Edith.
~ «You look troubled at my words, Edith,” re-
‘sumed the young man; “yet what I say is true,
too true. I wish it were not so. Ah! this passage
through the world, hard and toilsome as it is, has
many, many dangers.”
“Tf we put our trust in God, we need have no
_ fear,” said Edith, in a gentle yet earnest and pene-
_ trating voice, laying her hand lovingly on the hot
forehead of her husband, and gazing into his eyes.

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