nt of a child. Grizel, in whose gay eyes
he had never yet seen a tear! His grasp, the trembling of his strong
frame, the dazed rapture of his face, told their own tale, but as yet he
had no words; it was Grizel who poured out her tale of love.

"It was always you--never any one else. And I was happy because I knew
that some day--! And I tried, I _tried_ to make you! ... Oh, Martin,
your arms at last! To rest here! And you talk of money! Oh, now I am
rich; but for years I have starved,--Martin! Martin!"

He strained her close, still dazed, incredulous with joy.

"Grizel. Beloved! You are my life, but _can_ I take you? Dare I? Is
it right?"

"You have no choice--I'm here! Martin, I've loved you since that day I
saw you first, standing with little Juliet among the roses... She'll be
glad, Martin--there can be no jealousy in a spiritual world. She'll
just rejoice that you are happy, and that love has come to you again.
I'm so sure of that!"

Was there another woman in the world who would have spoken of Juliet at
that moment? Martin flinched, for at the back of his mind still
lingered a consciousness of disloyalty, but he loved Grizel the more for
her sweet comfort.

"I--I hope she is," he said unsteadily. "Grizel you brought me back to
life, but I dared not hope for this.--I'll work like ten men; I will
pour out my life for you like water, but I can never repay--never be
worthy. Oh, my beautiful, that you should give up so much for _met_ The
wonder of it stuns me. Ought I to let you?"

"You can't help it. I'm here," cried Grizel once more. She tilted her
face to look up at him, laughing, with the tears still wet on her
lashes. "And, oh, Martin, _won't_ it sell your books! Think of the
advertisement! Shall we keep it quiet until the new novel is out? Not
_too_ long, because, you know, I don't mean to touch that money. It
wouldn't be straight, when I'm going to break the condition. There must
be no question of staying on in the house, and making a book. I am not
going back..."

"And when--when?" queried Martin hotly. "Grizel, will you come to me at
once? Why should we wait? Everything is ready, if you are really
willing to come to this tiny house. If it comes to that, I can't wait,
and I _won't_! You shall never leave me again."

"Oh, won't I though," Grizel laughed softly, pushing him from her with
determined hands. "Now--let's be sensible!--Sit over there, and I'll
tell you just