“In memory of John Withers,” he pronounced, “foully robbed of life in this lonely spot, we three are gathered here,--his friend, his father, and his bride that should have been.” Thane’s eyes were on the ground, but he silently renewed his grasp of the old man’s hand. “May God be our Guide as we go hence to finish our separate journeys! May He help us to forgive as we hope to be forgiven! May He teach us submission! But, O Lord! Thou knowest it is hard.”