Bring
May!'
May heard the mention of her name, and coming
quietly towards her, touched her on the arm. The
Blind Girl turned immediately, and held her by both
hands.
'Look into my face, Dear heart, Sweet heart!' said
Bertha. 'Read it with your beautiful eyes, and tell
me if the truth is written on it.'
'Dear Bertha, Yes!'
The Blind Girl still, upturning the blank sightless
face, down which the tears were coursing fast, ad-
dressed her in these words:
'There is not, in my soul, a wish or thought that is
not for your good, bright May! There is not, in my
soul, a grateful recollection stronger than the deep
remembrance which is stored there, of the many many
times when, in the full pride of sight and beauty,
you have had consideration for Blind Bertha, even
when we two were children, or when Bertha was as
much a child as ever blindness can be! Every bless-
ing on your head! Light upon your happy course!
Not the less, my dear May'; and she drew towards
her, in a closer grasp; 'not the less, my bird, because,
to-day, the knowledge that you are to be His wife has
wrung my heart almost to breaking! Father, May,
Mary! oh forgive me that it is so, for the sake of all
he has done to relieve the weariness of my dark life:
and for the sake of the belief you have in me, when I
call Haven to witness that I could not wish him
married to a wife more worthy of his goodness!'
While speaking, she had released May Fielding's
hands, and clasped her garments in an attitude of
mingled supplication and love.
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