Others, like my father and Dr. Lebon, with an agony
showing on their faces much more terrible than any tears.
All this I saw as in a horrible dream from which I hoped to awake at any
moment. But, no!--I soon realized it was all too true. This was the first
real grief of my life, and I had to sustain it alone for I had not yet
yielded to Him who sends comfort to His children in their time of anguish.
He did take pity on me, however. In the next room I hid my grief in
Teresa's arms--Teresa, who more than anyone else, knew the love that had
united me to Paula.
"Oh, Teresa," I cried, when I found myself alone with her, "she must not
die! She must not! I simply cannot live without her, you know that! Oh,
pray for _me_, dear Teresa. God will hear your prayer. He probably wouldn't
hear mine. Tell Him! Oh, please tell Him, Paula must not die!"
"No, Lisita," Teresa said as she dried my tears; "We must leave Paula in
God's hands. He loves her more than you and I could ever do. If you could
see that poor broken body as I've seen it you would not ask that she should
live! Yes, indeed, she was happy with us. She was to us all like an angelic
messenger sent from God to draw us to Him and to show us the way to heaven.
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