elina recognised the sturdy figure of Piper Tom, and
went out to meet him as he approached. She had drawn down her veil,
but her heart was strangely glad.

"Shall we sit in the garden?" she asked.

"Aye, in the garden," answered the Piper, "since 't is for the last
time."

His voice was sad, and Evelina yearned to help him, even as he had
helped her. "What is it?" she asked. "Is it anything you can tell me?"

"Only that I'll be trudging on to-morrow. My work here is done. I can
do no more."

"Then let me tell you how grateful I am for all you have done for me.
You made me see things in their true relation and taught me how to
forgive. I was in bondage, and you made me free."

The Piper sprang to his feet. "Spinner in the Sun," he cried, "is it
true? Just as I thought your night was endless, has the light come?
Tell me again," he pleaded, "ah, tell me 't is true!"

"It is true," said Evelina, with solemn joy. "In all my heart there is
nothing but forgiveness. The anger and resentment are gone--all gone."

"Spinner in the Sun!" breathed the Piper, scarcely conscious that he
spoke the words aloud. "My Spinner in the Sun!"

Slowly the moon climbed toward the zenith, and still, because there was
no need, they spoke no word. Dew rose whitely from the clover fields
beyond, veiling them as with white chiffon. It was the Piper, at last,
who broke the silence.

"When I trudge on to-morrow," he said, "'t will be with a glad heart,
even though the little chap is no longer with me. 'T is a fair, brave
world, I'm thinking, since I've set your threads to going right again.
I called you," he added, softly, "and you came."

"Yes," said Evelina, happily, "you called me, and I came."

"Spinner in the Sun," said the Piper, tenderly, "have you guessed my
work?"

"Why, keeping the shop, isn't it?" asked Evelina, wonderingly; "the
needles and thread and pins and buttons and all the little trifles that
women need? A pedler's pack, set up in a house?"

The Piper laughed. "No," he replied, "I'm thinking that is not my
work, nor yet the music that has no tune, which I'm for ever playing on
my flute. Lady, I have travelled far, and seen much, and always there
has been one thing that is strangest of all. In every place that I
have been in yet, there has been a church and a minister, whose
business was to watch over human souls.

"He's told them what was right according to his own thinking, which I'm
far from sa