e appeared to see.

"Where is she?" he said in the toneless voice of one who talks in his
sleep.

"She's here now. Look! She's close beside ye."

Glory advanced a step and stood beside the bed, struggling with herself
not to fall upon his breast. He looked at her with a smile, but without
any surprise, and said:

"I knew that you would come to meet me, Glory! How happy you look! We
shall both be happy now."

Then his eyes wandered about the poor, ill-furnished apartment, and he
said:

"How beautiful it is here! And how lightsome the air is! Look! The golden
gates! And the seven golden candlesticks! And the sea of glass like unto
crystal! And all the innumerable company of the angels!"

Aggie, who had returned to the room, was crying audibly.

"Are you crying. Glory? Foolish child to cry! But I know--I understand!
Put your dear hand in mine, my child, and we will go together to God's
throne and say: 'Father, you must forgive us two. We were but man and
woman, and we could not help but love each other, though it was a fault,
and for one of us it was a sin.' And God will forgive us, because he made
us so, and because God is the God of love."

Glory could bear no more. "John!" she whispered.

He raised himself on his elbow and held his head aslant, like one who
listens to a sound that comes from a distance.

"John!"

"That's Glory's voice."

"It _is_ Glory, dearest."'

The serenity in his face gave way to a look of bewilderment.

"But Glory is dead."

"No, dear, she is alive, and she will never leave you again."

"What place is this?"

"This is Aggie's room."

"Aggie?"

"Don't you remember Aggie? One of the poor girls you fought and worked
for."

"Is it your spirit, Glory?"

"It is myself, dearest, my very, very self."

Then a great joy came into his eyes, his breast heaved, his breath came
quick, and without a word more he stretched out his arms.

* * * * *

"It is Glory! She is alive! My God! O my God!"

* * * * *

"Do you forgive me, Glory?"

"Forgive? There is nothing to forgive you for--except loving me too
well."

"My darling! My darling!"

* * * * *

"I thought I was in heaven, Glory, but I am like poor Buckingham--only
half way to it yet. Have I been unconscious?"

Glory nodded her head.

"Long?"

"Since last night."

"Ah, I remember everything now. I was knocked down in the