To Thy happy home above,”
he sang it with even a more intense earnestness, so that one could
easily guess his thoughts.
Surely Harry and Nan were among Regie's “dear ones,” and since they
might not always be near to him, he threw his soul into the prayer, that
they might always be near and dear to the Heavenly Father.
Another moment and the church was utterly dark again, there was the
sound of the closing of a heavy door and the turning of a ponderous key
in its lock; then all was still. Out in the wintry twilight four friends
were walking homeward side by side, home through the frosty air; walking
briskly, and yet with hearts a little heavy, for three happy months were
at an end, and a little King and a faithful body-guard must part company
on the morrow.
[Illustration: 5198]