e in Boston making ready to sail on the
morrow. Ann had suggested a "cup of tay because you're tired,
Monsignore," but Monsignore wanted to be alone with his thoughts and
would have none of it. He wondered why he was not lonely, for he had
dreaded the hours to follow his good-bye to Mark and Ruth. But lonely
he was not, for he was happy. It seemed to him as if some mysterious
and forbidding gates had been suddenly flung open, and a flood of
happiness loosed upon him. His last guest of the day had been the
Bishop, who had let all go before him that for an hour he might be
alone with the friend who once had had all his love and all his trust.
Now both love and trust were again his friend's, and the Bishop's
pleasure was even greater than the priest's.

"I would gladly give you both cross and crozier if I could, my friend,"
His Lordship had said.

"I will gladly take what I can of your cross, my dear Bishop," Father
Murray had answered, very simply; "but I am happier to see the crozier
in more worthy hands. God has been good to me. I am satisfied."

"You will come to the cathedral as of old?" Though voiced as a
request, the words were a command.

"Let me stay here, I beg of you," pleaded the priest. "I am no longer
young--"

"Age is not counted by years."

"I love it here and--"

But the Bishop raised his hand, and the priest was silent.

"You may stay for the present. That much I grant you."

But Monsignore's heart was too full for long silence, his fears too
great. He spoke hurriedly, pleadingly.

"Will you not protect me?"

"I may not be able to protect you."

"I am tired, my dear Bishop--tired, but contented. Here is rest, and
peace. And when _they_ come back, you know I want to be near them.
Let me stay."

"Yes, I know," said the Bishop, and his voice forbade further plea.
"You may stay--for the present."

Then the Bishop, too, had left; and now Monsignore was alone. He sat
in his great armchair and watched the flames of the fire dancing and
playing before him. He marveled at his pleasure in them, as he
marveled at his pleasure now in the little things that were for the
future to be the great things for him. Before his vision rose the
cathedral he had builded, with its twin towers piercing the sky; but
somehow the new organ of the little church gave him greater pleasure.
"The people were so happy about having it," he had that day explained
to Father Darcy. His wonderful seminary on