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Terrible news from Dry Hollow! A blast, prematurely exploded, had
seriously injured some of the workmen, and Rupert Ames had been
killed--hurled down the ravine and nearly buried under falling rock.
Break the news gently to his wife and children. Do not let them see that
bruised, bleeding form. Spare them all you can.
Yes; it was all done--all that lay in human power was done; and hundreds
of people to whom Rupert Ames had opened up new light, and in the
providence of God, had given them a tangible hope of the future,
gathered around his body and mingled their tears with those of his
children's.
Another immortal soul's earthly mission was ended. Life's school had
closed for him. Into another sphere he had gone. The Great Schoolmaster
had promoted him.
And Mrs. Signe Ames, after it all, simply said:
"God knows best. He has but gone before. He was my husband for time, he
is my husband for eternity. His mission is there, mine is here.
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