Janita's cross . ther to a certainextent, who have many memories in common, whohave sat by the same fireside, and called the samevillage home, so Janita Eaeburn and Gavin Riversparted. She did not go back again into her room, but satthere just as he had left her, for a long, long there came a sad look upon her face, it mightbe the thought of dead friends, not of dead hopes,wdiich brought it there. For at the close of such atranquil day as this, Agnes Home had passed away. Was she thinking of that death, or of the otherdeath ? Yet why should she grieve very much forthe other death ? Ins
Janita's cross . ther to a certainextent, who have many memories in common, whohave sat by the same fireside, and called the samevillage home, so Janita Eaeburn and Gavin Riversparted. She did not go back again into her room, but satthere just as he had left her, for a long, long there came a sad look upon her face, it mightbe the thought of dead friends, not of dead hopes,wdiich brought it there. For at the close of such atranquil day as this, Agnes Home had passed away. Was she thinking of that death, or of the otherdeath ? Yet why should she grieve very much forthe other death ? Instead of one heart that calledher all its own, there were thousands she couldreach and comfort. Next day Mr. and Mrs. Rivers went back toMeadowthorpe Hall, to the magnificent suite of oak- 287 panelled rooms and embroidered window curtains,to the Turkey carpets and family plate, and ances-tral portraits, and very valuable household effects,which, having nothing else worthy of that sacredname, they called home. 288. CHAPTER XXII. •(t^bOR Gavin, poor Elene! Theyhad v/ronged each other ver}^much ; no wonder that life with-held its sweetness from them. ButGavin bore the heaviest load. His wifes was oneof those soft, easy, yielding natures at which grieffinds no place to gnaw. There was nothing totake hold of. She Avas something like those round,smooth apples in which baby-children vainly striveto set their little teeth. She had no capacity forbeing wounded. And, indeed, ^Irs. Rivers was by no means adisappointed woman. She had married for a posi-tion, and she got what she married for. She hadthe most beautiful house in the neighbourhood, therichest plate, the choicest ornaments, the most ex-pensive furniture. Meadowthorpe owned her asits leader in fashion. No bonnets were so elegant jaxitas cross. 289 as hers, no satins and velvets so costly as thosewhich swept Sunday after Sunday into the Hallpew. And these things filled Elenes heart. Sothat on the whole she might be considered a
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