done something wrong if you always do your best and try to be good you needn t fear any at least that s my opinion there is the everlasting burning began solemnly oh nonsense exclaimed quite impatiently i don t believe it started back in wonder and dismay you don t believe it she said in awed accents are you also a heathen � x don t know what you mean by a heathen replied almost gaily but i can t believe that god who is so good is going to burn anybody he you know it would hurt him so much to see poor creatures about in flames for ever � we would not be able to bear it and i m quite sure it would make him miserable even in heaven because he is all love � he says so � he couldn t be cruel this frank statement of s views presented such a new form of doctrine to s heavy mind that she was almost appalled by it god couldn t burn anybody for ever � he was too good what a daring idea and yet so � so wonderful in the infinite prospect of hope it offered that she smiled � even while she trembled to contemplate it poor soul talked oi � being herself the worst type of heathen � namely a christian heathen this sounds � yet it may be taken for granted that those who profess to follow christianity and yet make of god a being malicious and of more evil attributes than they possess themselves � are as barbarous as as hopelessly sunken in ignorance as the lowest savage who his of mud and stone was quite unconscious of having said anything out of the common � she was addressing herself to where is the buried she asked in a low tone he looked at her with a strange mysterious smile buried do you suppose his body could mix itself with common earth no � he sailed away � away � yonder and he pointed out through the window to the now invisible in the deep darkness stared at him with opened frightened her face sailed away you must be dreaming sailed away i how could he � if he was dead grew suddenly excited i tell you he sailed away he repeated in a loud hoarse whisper where is his ship the try if you can find it anywhere � on sea or land it has gone and he has gone with it � like a king and warrior � to glory joy and victory glory � joy � victory � those were his last words retreated and caught by the arm is he mad she asked fearfully the land of the long shadow heard her and rose from his chair a pained smile on his face i am not mad he said gently do not be afraid if grief for my master could have turned my brain i had been mad ere this � but i have all my wits about me and i have told you the truth he paused � then added in a more ordinary tone you will need fresh logs of pine � i will go and bring them in and he went out gazed after him in speechless wonder what does he mean she asked what he says returned you like others must have known that s creed was a strange one � his burial has been strange � that is all and she turned the conversation and began to talk of her sorrows and sufferings was most impatient to see her beloved and quite sir philip the long time he remained alone with his wife he might call me if only for a moment thought i do so want to look at her dear face again but men are all alike � as long as got what they want they never think of anybody else dear me i wonder how long i shall have to wait so she and fretted and sat by the kitchen fire drinking hot tea and talking to � all the while straining her ears for the least sound or movement from the adjoining room but none came � there was the most perfect silence at last she could endure it no longer � and regardless of s she stole on tip toe to the closed door that barred her from the sight of her heart s idol and turning the handle softly opened it and looked in sir philip saw her and made a little warning sign though he smiled he was sitting by the bedside and in his arms against his shoulder rested she was fast asleep the lines of pain had disappeared from her sweet face � a smile was on her lips � her breath came and went with peaceful regularity � and the delicate hue of a pale rose flushed her cheeks stood gazing on this fair sight till her affectionate little heart and the ready tears dropped like diamonds from her curly lashes oh my dear � my dear she whispered in a sort of there was a gentle movement � and two star like eyes opened like blue flowers to the sun i is that you asked a tender wondering voice � and with a smothered cry of ecstasy sprang to seize the outstretched hand of her beloved and cover it with kisses and while laughed with pleasure to see her and her hair sir philip described their long drive through the snow and so warmly praised s patience endurance and constant cheerfulness that his voice trembled with its own earnestness while grew red in her deep shyness and embarrassment vehemently protesting that she had done nothing � nothing at all to deserve so much then after much glad converse was called and sir philip seizing her hand shook it with such force and that she was quite overcome i don t 