to hear the man deny what she had said, or say something in his own
defence. When, however, he remained silent, she glanced at him, and
then turned her eyes upon the open page.


"Ye have heard that it was said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour and hate
thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that
curse you, do good to them that hate you and pray for them that
despitefully use you, and persecute you."


"Stop, stop!" the man cried. "I can't stand those words. They are not
meant for me. I can't pray for my enemies. Do you think I can pray
for King George?"

"That is for you to decide, Mr. Timon. I am sure that I can pray for
those who carried me away from home. Don't you think that they need
it?"

Jean was about to close the book, when her eyes rested upon some words
on the front page. As she looked, her face turned pale, and she gave a
slight gasp of astonishment.

"What is the matter?" the man asked.

But the girl did not hear him. Her eyes were fixed upon the words

"To darling Dane,
With Mother's best love.
May God bless and keep you."