Suddenly Tennelly lifted his hand and laid it on his friend's. "Thanks,
Court. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it all more than you know. But this is
my job. I guess I've got to undertake it! And, _man_! can't you see I've
_got_ to believe her?"
"I suppose you have, Nelly. God help you!"
When Courtland got back to the seminary he found a letter from Mother
Marshall.
CHAPTER XXXII
Courtland opened Mother Marshall's letter with a feeling of relief and
anticipation. Here at least would be a fresh, pure breath of sweetness.
His soul was worn and troubled with the experience of the past two days.
A great loneliness possessed him when he thought of Tennelly, or when he
looked forward to his future, for he truly was convinced that he never
should turn to the love of woman again; and so the dreams of home and
love and little children that had had their normal part in his thoughts
of the future were cut out, and the days stretched forward in one long
round of duty.
DEAR PAUL [it began, familiarly]:
This is Stephen Marshall's mother and I'm calling you by
your first name because it seems to bring my boy back again
to be writing so familiar-like to one of his comrades.
We've been wondering, Father and I, since you said you
didn't have any real mother of your own, whether you
mightn't like to come home Christmas to us for a little
while and borrow Stephen's mother.
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