reach him when he was tired and worried yet, to speak would
be more painful.

She got up and went to the window, and let the summer wind blow on her
heated forehead. The world had seemed to her just before one glorious
presence-chamber full of sunshine and rejoicing. But already the shadow
of a life-long pain had fallen on her heart. A revealed Christ meant
also a revealed cross, and a right heavy one.

It was only by degrees that she grew strong again, and Livingstone's
text came back to her once more, "I am with you always."

By and by she opened her father's letter. It ran as follows:

"I have just remembered that Monday will be your birthday. Let us spend
it together, little son Erica. A few days at Codrington would do us
both good, and I have a tolerably leisure week. If you can come down on
Saturday afternoon, so much the better. I will meet you there, if you
will telegraph reply as soon as you get this. I have three lectures at
Helmstone on Sunday, but you will probably prefer a quiet day by the
sea. Bring me Westcott's new book, and you might put in the chisel and
hammer. We will do a little geologizing for the professor, if we have
time. Meeting here last night a great success. Your loving father, Luke
Raeburn."

"He is only thinking how he can give me pleasure," sighed Erica. "And I
have nothing to give him but pain."

She went at once, however, for the "Bradshaw," and looked out the
afternoon trains to Codrington.

CHAPTER XX. Storm

And seems she mid deep silence to a strain
To listen, which the soul alone can know,
Saying: "Fear naught, for Jesus came on earth,
Jesus of endless joys the wide, deep sea,
To ease each heavy load of mortal birth.
His waters ever clearest, sweetest be
To him who in a lonely bark drifts forth
On His great deeps of goodness trustfully."
From Vittoria Colonna

Codrington was one of the very few sea-side places within fairly easy
reach of London which had not been vulgarized into an ordinary watering
place. It was a primitive little place with one good, old-established
hotel, and a limited number of villas and lodging houses, which only
served as a sort of ornamental fringe to the picturesque little fishing
town.

The fact was that it was just midway between two large and deservedly
popular resorts, and so it had been overlooked, and to the regret of the
thrifty inhabitants and the satisfaction of the visitors who came