ation upon me,"
continued the Doctor. "The Service was at length restored, and I felt
sure that if it were used his soul would rest in peace. That is why we
have it here every Easter Sunday. It has become, in fact, quite a
tradition of the cathedral, which I hope no future organist will ever
depart from. The apparition has never since appeared, so I take it that
was evidently the wish expressed, and the reason why the old man's ghost
for so many years haunted the scene of his former labours."

* * * * *

This story is finished. I leave it just as the Doctor related it. Do I
believe it? Undoubtedly I do, but all explanation I leave as impossible.
Perhaps some day we shall know better the relation existing between the
material world and the unknown. At present the subject is best left
alone. Facts we must accept, our imperfect knowledge prevents their
explanation.

JOHN GRAEME.

THE ONLY SON OF HIS MOTHER.

BY LETITIA MCCLINTOCK.

"Dear Mrs. Archer, be consoled; I promise to stand by Henry as if he
were my brother. Indeed, I look upon him quite as my brother, having no
near ties of my own."

"God bless you for the promise," said Mrs. Archer. "You are better to
Henry than any brother could be. Thy love is wonderful, passing the love
of woman."

Mrs. Archer, the widowed mother of an only child, was deeply imbued with
sacred lore. No great reader of general literature, she knew her Bible
from cover to cover, and was much in the habit of expressing herself in
Scriptural language. Her husband had been the Rector of a lonely parish
in Donegal, where for twenty-five years he had taught an unsophisticated
people, "letting his light shine," as his wife expressed it.

One recreation he had: the writing of a Commentary on the Epistle to the
Romans. While he was shut up in his study, little Henry, a mischievous,
wild urchin, had to be kept quiet. Here was field for the full exercise
of Mrs. Archer's ingenuity. As the boy's life went on, she gained an
able assistant in this loving labour, namely Malcolm McGregor, Henry's
school-friend. Malcolm and Henry were sent to Foyle College at the same
time. Mrs. Archer could hardly read for joy the day she expected her
darling home for his first vacation, accompanied by "the jolliest chap
in the school," whom he had begged leave to bring with him.

From the Rectory door the parents could watch the outside car coming
down the steep hill; King W