On the threshold of the Home Blossy
turned and waved farewell to the com-
panions of her widowhood, while Sam-
uel bowed in a dazed fashion, his face
still as red as it was blissful. Then
quickly the two passed out upon the
porch. No one moved to see them off.
Abe looked everywhere yet nowhere

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at all. Not a word was spoken even
when the carriage was heard rolling
down the drive; but the sound of the
wheels seemed to arouse Angy from
her stupor of amazement; and pres-
ently Abraham became conscious of a
touch,— a touch sympathetic, tender
and true,— a touch all-understanding
—the touch of Angy's hand within his
own.
