love."

The blind woman sat as though turned to stone, except that the veins
in her neck and temples throbbed violently.

"Do you mean to tell me God never wanted to take my loved ones from
me?" she asked at length from a dry throat.

"I do. I mean that their deaths, so far from being the will of God,
were the fruit alone of ignorance and of evil conditions."

"You mean to say that the hand of vengeance wa' n't never lifted
ag'in' me, and I hain't never sot under no curse?"

"I do."

"And that the preachers has lied to me?" she said through clenched
jaws.

"They were simply mistaken; they knew no better."

Aunt Dalmanutha lifted a shaking arm. "Woe to them if ever they
cross my path ag'in!" she cried hoarsely.

"Don't think about them," said the nurse; "the thing for you to do
at once is to go down to Lexington, in the Blue Grass country, to a
doctor I know there who does great things for eyes, and who, if it
is not too late, will remove those cataracts and restore you to
sight and usefulness and strength, as God intends. I will write at
once to the hospital, and make the arrangements; you should start