He went over the dream again, with all its en-



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chantifig imagery and prophecy of future things, —
with all he had hoped and planned and aspired to.
It was only a dream. Wreck was all around him.
It must be buried. He tried to bury it. Love he
would ignore. He would not read of it, nor think
of it, or her-. He shunned every book that spoke
of it, and every place that might recall it ; and
when the dream came back, he said, "Away! " —
and it went away again.
He was not quite successful. The vestal looked
out again upon his heart from the books around
him which he had read with her, — from the trees
and hills where he had walked with her, and from
a hundred places where he had dreamed of her.
He could not bury love. Will not some one tell
Arthur the secret and say, " Use your love to lift
you to a beautifiil life with God, to whom all wise
love tends, through the temporal to the Eternal" ?
Stop a while. Arthur must go his way alone, till
some other than we mortals teach him truth. Us
he will not hear. There is some one near his
heart to speak when time is.
His instincts came to him first. I must go away
from here and her. I must work, wrestle, endure,
until release come. Something tells me it will
come one time, if I have patience. I am beginning
to see how invisible hands are shaping my life to
ends I cannot see. I wiU have faith and wait.
CONQUEST. 337



CHAPTER XXXV.
CONQUEST.
