onger. Then a passionate longing
to pray urged me to tell God everything, and He heard me and pitied and
forgave me. He called me by name and comforted me, and I was so happy! I
knew not whether I was in this world or in Paradise; every green thing
was lovelier, every blue thing was bluer, there was a golden glory in my
heart and over all the earth, and I knew not that I had walked home till
I was there. John, dear John! You understand?"

"My darling! You make me as happy as yourself."

"Happy! John, I shall always make you happy now. I shall never grieve or
sadden or disappoint you again. Never once again! O my love! O my dear
good husband! Love me as only you can love me. Forgive me, John, as God
has forgiven me! Make me happy in your love as God has made life
glorious to me with His love!"

And for some moments John could not speak. He kissed her rapturously and
drew her closer and closer to his side, and he sought her eyes with that
promise in his own which she knew instinctively would surround and
encompass and adore her with unfailing and undying affection as long as
life should last.

In a communion nigh unto heaven they spent the evening together. John
had left his letter lying on the ground where he met his white-robed
wife. He forgot it, though it was of importance, until he saw it on the
ground in the morning. He forgot everything but the miracle that had
changed all his water into wine. It seemed as if his house could not
contain the joy that had come to it. He threw off all his sadness, as he
would have cast away a garment that did not fit him, by a kind of
physical movement; and the years in which he had known disappointment
and loss of love dropped away from him. For Jane had buried in tenderest
words and hopes all the cruel words which had so bitterly wounded and
bereaved and impoverished his life. Jane had promised and God was her
surety. He had put into her memory a wondrous secret word. She had heard
His voice, and it could never again leave her heart;

And who could murmur or misdoubt,
When God's great sunshine finds them out?

* * * * *

SEQUENCES

There are few episodes in life which break off finally. Life is now so
variable, travel so easy, there are no continuing cities and no lasting
interests, and we ask ourselves involuntarily, "What will the sequence
be?" When I left Yorkshire, I was too young and too ignorant of the
ever-changing film