ght I was
telling you over and over again. Yes, dismissed as unfit to be a nurse,
and so I was, according to the order of the institution first, and human
love and pity last. But all's well that ends well, you know, and now that
my wanderings seem to be over and I am in my right place at length, I
feel like one who is coming out of a long imprisonment, a great peril, a
darkness deeper even than John Storm's cell. And if I ever become a
famous woman, and good men will listen to me, I will tell them to be
tender and merciful to poor girls who are trying to live in London and be
good and strong, and that the true chivalry is to band themselves
together against the other men who are selfish and cruel and impure. Oh,
this great, glorious, devilish, divine London! It must stand to the human
world as the seething, boiling, bubbling waters of Niagara do to the
world of Nature. Either a girl floats over its rapids like a boat, and in
that case she draws her breath and thanks God, or she is tossed into its
whirlpool like a dead body and goes round and round until she finds the
vortex and is swallowed up!

"There! I have blown off my steam, and now to business. Mr. Drake is to
give a luncheon party in his rooms on the twenty-fourth, in honour of my
experiment, but the great event itself will not come off until nearly
half-past nine that night. By that time the sun will have set over the
back of the sea at Peel, the blackbird will have given you his last
'guy-smook,' and all the world will be dropping asleep. Now, if you'll
only remember to say just then,'God bless Glory!' I'll feel strong and
big and brave.

"Your poor, silly, sentimental girlie, Glory."

XX.

Some weeks had passed, and it was the morning of the last day of John
Storm's residence at Bishopsgate Street. After calling the Brotherhood,
the Father had entered John's room and was resting on the end of the bed.

"You are quite determined to leave us?"

"Quite determined, Father."

The Father sighed deeply, and said in broken sentences: 'Our house is
passing through terrible trials, my son. Perhaps we did wrong to come
here. There is no cross in our foundations, and we have built on a
worldly footing. 'Unless the Lord build the house--' It was good of you
to delay the execution of your purpose, but now that the time has come--I
had set my heart on you, my son. I am an old man now, and something of
the affection of the natural father----"

"Father, if you