By Mark Twain ReadOasis Step 2 (Part 3) Something made me change my mind as I looked at the picture for a second time. I decided to stay. Satisfied with my answer, the man told me his name was Henry. That night, Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. On Thursday evening, we had a visitor. He was a big, grey-haired miner named Tom. “I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,” he explained. “Is there any news?” “Oh yes,...