"
"Well, Hobart, you ARE a true friend. God bless and reward you! If
nothing comes of it for poor Nichol, as I fear nothing will, your
journey and effort will give a faint hope to Nellie, and, as you
say, break the force of the blow. I'll go and tell her."
Martine went into the parlor, which Helen had decorated with
mementoes of her soldier lover. He was alone but a few moments
before he heard hasty steps. Helen entered with hot, tearless eyes
and an agonized, imploring expression.
"What!" she cried, "is it true that you'll go?"
"Yes, Helen, immediately. I do not think there's reason for
despair."
"Oh, God bless you! friend, friend! I never knew what the word
meant before. Oh, Hobart, no sister ever lavished love on a
brother as I will love you if you bring back my Albert;" and in
the impulse of her overwhelming gratitude she buried her face on
his shoulder and sobbed aloud. Hope already brought the relief of
tears.
He stroked the bowed head gently, saying, "God is my witness,
Helen, that I will spare no pains and shrink from no danger in
trying to find Captain Nichol.
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