Inez sank on the ground, and burying her face in her arms, rocked herself to and fro.  Dr. Bryant had listened to her rambling, incoherent language, like one in a dream, till the name of Mary passed her lips, and then his head sank upon his chest, and he groaned in the anguish of his tortured spirit.

Inez held in one hand the small Bible given at parting; his eye fell upon it, and he stepped nearer to her: 

“Inez, the Mary you have loved rests no longer on earth.  She has passed away, and dwells in heaven.  She was true to God, and his holy law, and great is her reward.  Scarce a week since I laid her in her quiet grave, yet not there either, but yielded her up to the arms of God!”

He paused, for his deep tone faltered.  Inez rose quickly to her feet as he spoke, and gazed vacantly on his face.

“Mary gone forever!  Mary in heaven!  Shall I never again see her, sweet angel of truth and purity, with her soft blue eyes, so full of holy love and gentleness?  Oh, Mary, thou art blessed! thou art at rest!  When shall I, too, find eternal rest?  Ere long, Mary, I, too, will sleep the last, unbroken, dreamless sleep!”

Dr. Bryant laid his hand on the sacred volume, and would have drawn it from her clasp; but tightening her hold, she shook her head, and mournfully exclaimed: 

“No, no; it is mine!  When I die, it shall be my pillow; while I live, it rests near my heart, and in the churchyard I will not let it go.  You have no right to claim it:  you have not loved her as I have done.  She loved you, yet you heeded not the jewel that might have, even now, been your own!”

“Inez, I have loved—­I do love her, as none other can!  Too late I found my love returned.  Had God spared her to me, she would have been my wife.  Oh, Mary, Mary! my own cherished one!  May thy spirit hover round me now, as in life thou wert my guardian angel!  Inez, I, too, have suffered, and severely.  I have little to anticipate in life, yet I am not desponding as you; my faith in God and his unchanging goodness is unshaken.  Let us both so live that we may join my Mary in glory.”

Inez answered not, but passed her hand wearily across her brow.

“Inez, which will you do? retain your disguise, and go with me, or return to your old home?  I am not going to Austin, but to Goliad, to join the Texans there; will you accompany me, and claim the protection of our banner?  All that a brother could, I will gladly do; with me you are safe, at least for a time; and when the storm of war has passed, I doubt not your home will again be happy.”

“I know you, Dr. Bryant, and I know that you are true to God, and keep his law.  I will go with you to Goliad, and there we will decide what I must do.  Oh!  I am weary and sick at heart, and not long will I burden you.”

She stooped, and picking up the hat, replaced it on her head, and turned toward her horse.

Frank kindly took her hand.