street. And so the flower of
Eden has bloomed even in this old, darksome house to-day."

A week after the judge's death news came of the death of his son, and so
Hepzibah became rich, and so did Clifford, and so did Phoebe, and,
through her, Holgrave.

It was far too late for the formal vindication of Clifford's character
to be worth the trouble and anguish involved. For the truth was that the
uncle had died by a sudden stroke, and the judge, knowing this, had let
suspicion and condemnation fall on Clifford, only because he had himself
been busy among the dead man's papers, destroying a later will made out
in Clifford's favour, and because it was found the papers had been
disturbed, to avert suspicion from the real offender he had let the
blame fall on his cousin.

Clifford was content with the love of his sister and Phoebe and
Holgrave. The good opinion of society was not worth publicly reclaiming.

It was Holgrave who discovered the missing document the judge had set
his heart on obtaining.

"And now, my dearest Phoebe," said Holgrave, "how will it please you to
assume the name of Maule? In this long drama of wrong and retribution I
represent the old wizzard, and am probably as much of a wizzard as ever
my ancestor was."

Then, with Hepzibah and Clifford, Phoebe and Holgrave left the old house
for ever.

* * * * *

ROBERT HICHENS

The Garden of Allah

The son of a clergyman, Mr. Robert Smythe Hichens, born at
Speldhurst, Kent, England, on November 14, 1864, was
originally intended to follow a musical career, but after some
years abandoned music for journalism. His first long novel was
written and published at the age of seventeen. It attracted
little or no attention, and has long been out of print. A trip
to Egypt in 1893 resulted in a burning desire to become a
novelist, and his brilliant satire, "The Green Carnation,"
followed. The book was written in a month, and at once
established its author's name and fame. "The Garden of Allah,"
of all Mr. Hichens' works the most typical of his genius,
appeared in 1905. "The intellectual grip of the story," says
one critic, "cannot be denied, for it completely conquers the
critical sense, and the ideas of the author insinuate
themselves, as it were, among one's inmost thoughts." Yet Mr.
Hichens' stories are popular, not only with literary