| Blurred and blotted, faulty and feeble as the... 964 |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|02:47 am] |
Blurred and blotted, faulty and feeble as the lines were, they brought a look of inexpressible comfort to Beth's face, for her one regret had been that she had done so little, and this seemed to assure her that her life had not been useless, that her death would not bring the despair she fearedAs she sat with the paper folded between her hands, the charred log fell asunderJo started up, revived the blaze, and crept to the bedside, hoping Beth slept
"Not asleep, but so happy, dearSee, I found this and read itI knew you wouldn't careHave I been all that to you, Jo?" she asked, with wistful, humble earnestness
"OH, Beth, so much, so much!" And Jo's head went down upon the pillow beside her sister's
"Then I don't feel as if I'd wasted my lifeI'm not so good as you make me, but I have tried to do rightAnd now, when it's too late to begin even to do better, it's such a comfort to know that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I'd helped them
"More than any one in the world, BethI used to think I couldn't let you go, but I'm learning to feel that I don't lose you, that you'll be more to me than ever, and death can't part us, though it seems to
"I know it cannot, and I don't fear it any longer, for I'm sure I shall be your Beth still, to love and help you more than everYou must take my place, Jo, and be everything to Father and Mother when I'm goneThey will turn to you, don't fail them, and if it's hard to work alone, remember that I don't forget you, and that you'll be happier in doing that than writing splendid books or seeing all the world, for love is the only thing that we |
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