that'll purge me," the other continued.

"What's that?"

"Fire."

The girl's eyes darkened.

"Are you afraid?" she asked swiftly.

"Of Hell with a large H?"

She nodded, and he laughed.

"What I've had I've paid for across the counter and got the receipt
stamped and signed by the Almighty. No, it's not the fires of Hell; it's
the power of the old sun working on my vile body through the ages
that'll renew me with beauty and youth in time. Life's eternal, sure
enough; but not on the lines the parsons tell us."

A little later she rose to go.

He detained her.

"Shall you come and see me again?" he asked her.

She gave him a shy and brilliant smile.

"Rather," she said. "So'll mother."

He kissed her hand, and there was beauty in his eyes.

Next day she called with the book from Mr. Haggard.

Dr. Pollock was coming down the path.

"He's out of pain," he said gravely.

Boy returned to Putnam's and picked some violets.

Then she came back to the cottage.

Mrs. Boam was weeping as she opened.

"May I see him?" said the girl.

"Yes, Miss," answered the other. "We shall miss him, Jenny and me. He
were that lovable."

Boy went upstairs and entered.

Joses was at peace: the dignity of death upon him.

She laid the violets on his breast.

CHAPTER LI

Old Mat on Heaven and Earth

When Old Mat returned home from Liverpool he hung his hat on the peg and
informed Silver that he had undergone conversion--for good this time.

"Nebber no more," he announced solemnly. "I done with bettin'--now I got
the cash. Always promised Mar I'd be God's good man soon as I could
afford it. Moreover, besides I might lose some o' what I made. And then
I might have another backslide." He settled himself in his leather
chair, drew his feet out of his slippers, and his pass-book out of his
pocket.

"It's cash spells conwersion, Mr. Silver," he panted. "I've often seen
it in others, and now I knows it for meself. A noo-er, tru-er and
bootifler h'outlook upon life, as Mr. 'Aggard said last Sunday--hall the
houtcome o' cash in 'and. Yes, sir, if you wants to conwert the world,
the way's clear--_Pay cash down._ That's why these 'ere Socialists are
on the grow; because they talks common-sense. 'It's dollars as does it,'
they says. 'Give every chap a bankin'-account, and you'll see.' What's
Church h'up and h'answer to that? Church says: 'It's all in conwersion.
Bank on conwersion. Cash is but wrath and must that c