he flames and the
sparks that flew upwards, and a vision came before me. I was at
Garthowen in the dark, I saw a figure creeping quietly into a room; it
was a man, but I could not recognise him. He opened a drawer, and took
something out of it, and I did not see anything more. When I awoke the
fire had gone out, and I was very cold, so I went back to bed, and
slept heavily all night, and when I awoke this morning I knew thou
wouldst come to me in sorrow and fright."

"Well, mother, can you gather some comfort from your vision? Oh! tell
me the meaning of it all. What did Gethin want in Gwilym's room?"

"Gethin?" said Sara, in astonishment, "in Gwilym Morris's room!"

"Yes, I saw him; and from there a bag of sovereigns has been stolen.
He has gone away without a word to anyone, and I know they all think
that he has done this dreadful thing? but I will _not_ believe it,
never! never! never!"

"No, it is all dark, but one thing is plain to me and thee, Gethin did
not do this shameful thing. Let me be, child, and perhaps it will all
come before me again, or perhaps Gethin will come back. I know,
whatever, that my message to thee is Gethin is not guilty of this
wickedness."

"Mother, I believe you," said the girl; "and though all the world
should swear it was Gethin, I should know better, for you know, mother.
We only see with our bodily eyes, but your spirit sees. Mother, I know
it--but he is gone! What is the meaning of that; he is gone like the
mist of the morning--like a dream of the night, and he will never
return, and if he did return it could never be anything to me!"

And leaning on the table as she had done once before, her face buried
on her arms, she sobbed unrestrainedly, Sara sitting by her and crying
in sympathy.

All day they discussed the unhappy event.

"Who did it, mother? and why did Gethin go away?"

"I don't know," said the old woman. "I shall never know perhaps who
did it, but I know it was not Gethin."

"Why did I see him, mother? I awoke suddenly and went into the
passage, and there he was. I wish I had slept sounder, for that sight
will always be on my mind. When we came down to breakfast he was gone,
and every one will think he stole the money. Forty sovereigns, mother!
Will he ever come back and clear it up?"

"Some day it will be plain, but now we must be satisfied to know it was
not Gethin."

"No one else will believe us, mother."

"Oh! I am used to that," said the