Master. We all met in the spirit world, and there
continued our labors of love for the glory of God and the salvation of
His children. Then my time came to pass through the resurrection, and
here I am.--Hark, what is that? Someone is calling."

They listened. From the house came a voice, a low, sweet voice, calling.

"Brother, I must go," said he who had been talking. "Someone calls my
name."

He disappeared hurriedly within the door-way; and the visitor went on
his way.

V.

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall
be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there by
any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

"He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God
and he shall be my son."--_Rev. 21:4-7._

A sound, a whispered word echoes through the air and enters the ear. It
touches the chords and finds them tuned to its own harmony. It plays
tenderly on responsive strings, and what an awakening is within that
soul! What rapture in the blending, what delight in the union! From it
is born a joy of the heavenly world.

A sight, a glimpse of a form--a certain form or face; the rays of light
entering the eye meet with something keenly sympathetic, and the soul
leaps in ecstasy.

A touch, a gentle pressure of the hand; the union is complete.

What was that voice that reached him--a voice love-laden, full to
over-flowing from the regions of the past? Ah, what sweetness courses
through his veins, what joy leaps in his heart!

Within, he sees her. She stands in the middle of the room, with her eyes
upon the open door. She does not move. Her beautiful robe of shining
white clings about her form or falls in graceful folds to the floor. Her
hair, light as of old, now glistens like silken threads. Her face shines
with the indescribable glow of immortality.

She sees her husband. She raises her arms, and takes a step forward. She
smiles--such a smile!

"Homan--Rupert."

"Delsa--Signe."

He takes her in his arms. He kisses her and holds her to his breast....

Presently strains of music came from another room. He listened as if
surprised, but she looked up into her husband's eyes and smiled. The
music ceased and a little girl appeared in the doorway.

"May I come in?" she asked.

"Alice, my darling."

She runs towards them.

"Papa, papa, oh, how glad I am!"

He lifted her up and she threw her arms about his neck and kiss