aten, but the stone--ah! it is growing
already, and soon you will be sitting with another under that
beautiful Tree of Life of which I told you in the English church.
And I, where shall I be sitting? Ah! I do not know, but there is
this difference between us that whereas I am afraid, you have no
cause for fear. You, you rejoice, yes, and shall rejoice--for
though sometimes I hate you I must tell it. Yet I am sorry if I
have harmed you, and should you be able, I pray you, say a good
word in the World of Speerits for your sinful old godmamma
Riennes. So fare you well, who thinking that you have lost, have
gained all. It is I, I who have lost. Again farewell, and bid that
old Pasteur to pray for me, which he, who is good, will do,
although I was his enemy and cursed him."

"See that she lacks for nothing till the end, and comfort her if you
can," said Godfrey to the Pasteur.

That night a shape of glory seemed to stand by Godfrey's bed and to
whisper wonderful things into his ears. He saw it, ah, clearly, and
knew that informing its changeful loveliness was all which had been
Isobel upon the earth.

"Fear nothing," he thought it said, "for I am with you and others
greater than I. Know, Godfrey, that everything has a meaning and that
all joy must be won through pain. Our lives seem to have been short and
sad, but these are not the real life, they are but its black and ugly
door, whereof the threshold must be watered with our tears and the
locks turned by the winds of Faith and Prayer. Do not be afraid then of
the blackness of the passage, for beyond it shines the immortal light
in that land where there is understanding and all forgiveness.
Therefore be glad, Godfrey, for the night of sorrows is at an end and
the dawn breaks of peace that passes understanding."

Godfrey woke and spoke to the old Pasteur who was watching by his bed
while Mrs. Parsons wept at its foot.

"Did you see anything?" he asked.

"No, my son," he answered, "but I felt something. It was as though an
angel stood at my side."

Then Godfrey told him all his vision, and much else besides, of which
before he had never spoken to living man.

"It well may be, my son," answered the Pasteur, "since to those who
have suffered greatly, the good God gives the great reward. He Who
endured pain can understand our pains, and He Who redeemed sin can
understand and be gentle to our sins, for His is the true Love Eternal.
So go fo