usands given to pay
off old family indebtedness, or charities aided, of new enterprises
fostered until Bauer blushingly begs him to stop.

"Really, Mr. Douglas, I am no millionaire as Walter would make out. Only
I have been permitted to help some this great tuberculosis movement that
has been a great joy to me."

Helen catches the vision of consecrated wealth and looks at Bauer again.
Then later when they are seated in front of the old hearth and the
lights have been turned on while a heavy snow falls outside, Bauer in
his turn receives a surprise from her.

He has referred to the old days and recurred to the many kindnesses
shown to him by Esther and Helen and the mission workers at Tolchaco. He
is delighted to hear of the marriage of Clifford and Miss Gray, but in
all the reminiscent talk he is evidently preoccupied and looks often at
Helen as a hungry and thirsty man would eye the full table from which he
may be debarred.

The clock strikes a late hour. He makes a feeble excuse to go and
mutters something about not having observed the time.

"Die Uhr schlagt keinem Glucklichen?" Helen smilingly observes.

Bauer starts in surprise and leans over towards her.

"You speak German?" he asks with a strange look on his face.

"I have had plenty of time to learn it since you left us."

He looks up and sees that the other members of the family have in some
way become much interested in Walter's new plans of electrical dock
openers which are spread out on the dining room table.

"You mean since I left you sitting on that log at Tolchaco?"

"Maybe that is what I mean," Helen says, and she is more agitated than
she has for years thought she could be.

"Then you know what 'Loben ist nicht Lieben' means now?"

"Yes, I know that and--

"The world has praised me much since that time, but it is an empty
thing. I am a lonesome man, sitting alone with honour. 'Loben ist nicht
lieben?' Is it not so?"

The tears are in Helen's eyes. This man will win her yet. Bauer mutters
again.

"Was vonHerzen kommt, geht zu Herzen," and then forgetting that Helen
understands he says as if talking to himself, "'What comes from the
heart goes to the heart.' May I come to-morrow or soon and--tell you
what is in my heart?"

Helen smiles as she notes the old sign of distrust in himself that used
to mark the old young Bauer she used to know. But she says with a new
note of life in her own voice: "Yes, come to-morrow."

"There will be