“Yes,” responded Dr. Latimer, musingly,

    “’Darkness shows us worlds of light
        We never saw by day.’”

“Oh, Doctor, you cannot conceive what it must have been to be hurled from a home of love and light into the dark abyss of slavery; to be compelled to take your place among a people you have learned to look upon as inferiors and social outcasts; to be in the power of men whose presence would fill you with horror and loathing, and to know that there is no earthly power to protect you from the highest insults which brutal cowardice could shower upon you.  I am so glad that no other woman of my race will suffer as I have done.”

The flush deepened on her face, a mournful splendor beamed from her beautiful eyes, into which the tears had slowly gathered.

“Darling,” he said, his voice vibrating with mingled feelings of tenderness and resentment, “you must forget the sad past.  You are like a tender lamb snatched from the jaws of a hungry wolf, but who still needs protecting, loving care.  But it must have been terrible,” he added, in a painful tone.

“It was indeed!  For awhile I was like one dazed.  I tried to pray, but the heavens seemed brass over my head.  I was wild with agony, and had I not been placed under conditions which roused all the resistance of my soul, I would have lost my reason.”

“Was it not a mistake to have kept you ignorant of your colored blood?”

“It was the great mistake of my father’s life, but dear papa knew something of the cruel, crushing power of caste; and he tried to shield us from it.”

“Yes, yes,” replied Dr. Latimer, thoughtfully, “in trying to shield you from pain he plunged you into deeper suffering.”

“I never blame him, because I know he did it for the best.  Had he lived he would have taken us to France, where I should have had a life of careless ease and pleasure.  But now my life has a much grander significance than it would have had under such conditions.  Fearful as the awakening was, it was better than to have slept through life.”

“Best for you and best for me,” said Dr. Latimer.  “There are souls that never awaken; but if they miss the deepest pain they also lose the highest joy.”

Dr. Latimer went South, after his engagement, and through his medical skill and agreeable manners became very successful in his practice.  In the following summer, he built a cosy home for the reception of his bride, and came North, where, with Harry and Miss Delany as attendants, he was married to Iola, amid a pleasant gathering of friends, by Rev. Carmicle.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

CONCLUSION.

It was late in the summer when Dr. Latimer and his bride reached their home in North Carolina.  Over the cottage porch were morning-glories to greet the first flushes of the rising day, and roses and jasmines to distill their fragrance on the evening air.  Aunt Linda, who had been apprised of their coming, was patiently awaiting their arrival, and Uncle Daniel was pleased to know that “dat sweet young lady who had sich putty manners war comin’ to lib wid dem.”