her; her tears wet the stone slabs of the chancel floor.

Just before sunset, the Daughters of the Mystic Rose passed into the
church; they bore tapers to set upon the altar, and at the head and
foot of the bier. Two of them remained throughout the night to pray by
the chancel rail; one of them was Sister Ste. Croix. Silent, immovable
she knelt there throughout the short June night. Her secret remained
with her and the one at whose feet she was kneeling.

The little group of special friends from The Gore came last, just a
little while before the face they loved was to be covered forever from
human gaze: Aileen with her four-months' babe in her arms, Aurora Googe
leading little Honore by the hand, Margaret McCann with her boy, Elvira
Caukins and her two daughters. Silent, their tears raining upon the awed
and upturned faces of the children, they, too, knelt; but no sound of
sobbing profaned the great peaceful silence that was broken only by the
faint _chip-chip-chipping_ monotone from Shed Number Two. In that four
men were at work. Champney Googe was one of them.

He was expecting them at this appointed time. When he saw them enter the
chapel, he put aside hammer and chisel and went across the meadow to
join them. He waited for them to come out; then, taking the babe from
his wife's arms, he gave her into his mother's keeping. He looked
significantly at his wife. The others passed on and out; but Aileen
turned and with her husband retraced her steps to the altar. They knelt,
hand clasped in hand....

When they rose to look their last upon that loved face, they knew that
their lives had received through his spirit the benediction of God.

* * * * *

Champney returned to his work, for time pressed. The quarrymen in The
Gore had asked permission the day before to quarry a single stone in
which their priest should find his final resting place. Many of them
were Italians, and Luigi Poggi was spokesman. Permission being given, he
turned to the men:

"For the love of God and the man who stood to us for Him, let us quarry
the stone nearest heaven. Look to the ridge yonder; that has not been
opened up--who will work with me to open up the highest ridge in The
Gore, and quarry the stone to-night."

The volunteers were practically all the men in the Upper and Lower
Quarries; the foreman was obliged to draw lots. The men worked in
shifts--worked during that entire night; they bared a space of