After her thirty-six hours of patient and fatiguing travel the company
at Jim Fenton's hotel, eager for letters from the city, stood on the
bank of the river, waiting the arrival of the guide who had gone down
for the mail, and such passengers as he might find in waiting. They saw,
as he came in sight, a single lady in the stern of the little boat,
deeply veiled, whose name they could not guess. When she debarked among
them, and looked around upon the waiting and curious group, Harry was
the first to detect her, and she smothered him with kisses. Mr. Benedict
stood pale and trembling. Harry impulsively led her toward him, and in a
moment they were wrapped in a tender embrace. None but Mrs. Balfour, of
all who were present, understood the relation that existed between the
two, thus strangely reunited; but it soon became known, and the little
romance added a new charm to the life in the woods.
It would be pleasant to dwell upon the happy days and the pleasant
doings of the summer that followed--the long twilights that Mr. Benedict
and Mrs. Dillingham spent upon the water, their review of the events of
the past, the humble confessions of the proud lady, the sports and
diversions of the wilderness, and the delights of society brought by
circumstances into the closest sympathy.
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