oming."

It was the great surgeon whom the Prime Minister had sent for. He
examined the injuries carefully and gave certain instructions. "Mind you
do this, Sister," and that, and the other. But Glory could see that he
had no hope. To relieve the pain in the head he wanted to administer
morphia, but John refused to have it.

"I am going into the presence of the King," he said. "Let me have all my
wits about me."

While the doctor was there the police sergeant returned with a magistrate
and the reporter. "Sorry to intrude, but hearing your patient was now
conscious----" and then he prepared to take John's deposition.

The reporter opened his notebook, the police magistrate stood at the foot
of the bed, the doctor at one side of it and Glory at the other side,
holding John's hand and quivering.

"Do you know who struck you, sir?"

There was silence for a moment, and then came "Yes."

"Who was it?"

There was another pause, and then, "Don't ask me."

"But your own evidence will be most valuable; and, indeed, down to the
present we have no other. Who is it, sir?"

"I can't tell you."

"But why?"

There was no answer.

"Why not give me the name of the scoundrel who took---- I mean attempted
to take your life?"

Then in a voice that was hardly audible, with his head thrown back and
his eyes on the ceiling, John said, "Father, forgive them, for they know
not what they do!"

It was useless to go further. Glory saw the four men to the door.

"You must keep him quiet," said the doctor. "Not that anything can save
him, but he is a man of stubborn will."

And the police magistrate said, "It may be all very fine to forgive your
enemies, but everybody has his duty to society, as well as to himself."

"Yes, yes," said Glory, "the world has no room for greater hearts than
its own."

The police magistrate looked at her in bewilderment. "Just so," he said,
and disappeared.

* * * * *

"Where is she now, my girl?"

"She's 'ere, Father."

"Hush!" said Glory, coming back to the room. "The doctor says you are not
to talk so much."

"Then let me look at you, Glory. Sit here--here--and if I should seem to
be suffering you must not mind that, because I am really very happy."

Just then an organ-man in the street began to play. Glory thought the
music might disturb John, and she was going to send Aggie to stop it. But
his face brightened and he said: "Sing for me, Glory. Let me hea