`` Just say , I forgive you , Dosia , ' '' she entreated . `` I forgive you , Dosia , '' he said gently , `` and oh , it 's so good to see you once more , darling . There has n't been an hour since I left you that I have n't longed for your sweet face . If I had thought you really cared I 'd have gone back . But I thought you did n't . It broke my heart . You did though , did n't you ? '' `` Oh , yes , yes , yes , '' she said , holding him more closely , with her tears falling . When the young doctor from Red Butte came that evening he found a great improvement in his patient . Joy and happiness , those world-old physicians , had done what drugs and medicines had failed to do . `` I 'm going to get better , Doc , '' said Wesley . `` My wife has come and she 's going to stay . You did n't know I was married , did you ? I 'll tell you the story some day . I proposed going back east , but Dosia says she 'd rather stay here . I 'm the happiest man in Red Butte , Doc . '' He squeezed Theodosia 's hand as he had used to do long ago in Heatherton church , and Dosia smiled down at him . There were no dimples now , but her smile was very sweet . The ghostly finger of old Henry Ford , pointing down through the generations , had lost its power to brand with its malediction the life of these , his descendants . Wesley and Theodosia had joined hands with their long-lost happiness .
The Story XXXXX an Invitation Bertha Sutherland hurried home from the post office and climbed the stairs of her boarding-house to her room on the third floor .
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