Her big heart
swelled only with sympathy for the wife who was suffering. It made
no difference to her that Corinne had never been even polite,
never once during the sojourn of the Minotts in the village having
manifested the slightest interest either in her own or Jack's
affairs--not even when MacFarlane was injured, nor yet when the
freshet might have ruined them all. Ruth's generous nature had no
room in it for petty rancors or little hurts. Then, too, Jack was
troubled for his friend. What was there for her to do but to
follow the lamp he held up to guide her feet--the lamp which now
shed its glad effulgence over both? So they talked on, discussing
various ways and means, new ties born of a deeper understanding
binding them the closer--these two, who, as they sometimes
whispered to each other, were "enlisted for life," ready to meet
it side by side, whatever the day developed.
Before they parted, she promised again to go and see Corinne and
cheer her up. "She cannot be left alone, Jack, with this terrible
thing hanging over her," she urged, "and you must meet Garry when
he returns to-night.
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