n Euryale's
shoulder, while she saw the form of the Saviour robed in light and
beckoning to her.

Her whole frame was wrapped in pleasant languor. Just so had she felt
once before-she remembered it well--and she remembered when it was. She
had felt just as she did now after her lover had for the first time
clasped her to his heart, when, as night came on, she had sat by his side
on the marble bench, while the Christian procession passed. She had taken
the chanting train for the wandering souls of the dead and--how strange!
No--she was not mistaken. She heard at this moment the selfsame strain
which they had then sung so joyfully, in spite of its solemn mode. She
did know when it had begun, but again it filled her with a bitter-sweet
sense of pity. Only it struck deeper now than before, for she knew now
that it applied to all human beings, since they were all the children of
the same kind Father, and her own brethren and sisters.

But whence did the wonderful music proceed--Was she--and a shock of alarm
thrilled her at the thought--was she numbered with the dead? Had her
heart ceased to beat when the Saviour had taken her in His arms after her
ride through blood and darkness, when all had grown dim to her senses?
Was she now in the abode of the blest?

Andreas had painted it as a glorious place; and yet she shuddered at the
thought. But was not that foolish? If she were really dead, all terror
and pain were at an end. She would see her mother once more; and whatever
might happen to those she loved, she might perhaps be suffered to linger
near them, as she had done on earth, and hope with assurance to meet them
again here, sooner or later.

But no! Her heart was beating still; she could feel how strongly it
throbbed. Then where was she?

There certainly had not been any such coverlet as this on her bed in the
Serapeum, and the room there was much lower. She looked about her and
succeeded in turning on her side toward the evening breeze which blew in
on her, so pure and soft and sweet. She raised her delicate emaciated
hand to her head and found that her thick hair was gone. Then she must
have cut it off to disguise herself.

But where was she? Whither had she fled?

It mattered not. The Serapeum was far away, and she need no longer fear
Zminis and his spies. Now for the first time she raised her eyes
thankfully to Heaven, and next she looked about her; and while she gazed
and let her eyes feed themselves full, a f