Our Two Lives Or Graham And I

before me-that dear old parlor, where I stood under grand fathers picture, the wreath of-white roses I 5 6 OCfR TWO LIVES round it the. throng of faces, felt, rather than seen the voiee of the aged pastor, whom I loved like a father, and whose benediction still lingers in my ear-these, apd the thrilling sense of unseen witnesses, all come back to me now. Was it a mere fancy that my dear father, who would have been. so deeply moved at giving his only child into the keeping of another, was near me then, though the green turf had been lying many a year on his beloved face Was he not really there, knowing and sympathizing in my joy. Could all this be taking place in my life, and he feel no interest-he who had always watched over me with such intense anxiety 7 It is, of course, impossible to answer such a question but I know that the consciousness 1 had of his presence, if only a pleasing fancy, gave an added sacredness and joy to the occasion. After my engagement to Graham, I had been tortured by doubts and misgivingsnot of him, but d myself. I knew I lo ed OUR TWO LIVES...