the personification of all that was noble
and beautiful, urged him forward; intensified and developed his highest
aspirations for good; permeated, glorified and dominated his entire
being. Love and life!--the former, the mystery and the crowning glory of
the latter.

Hours of self communion, alone in his room, had for Fillmore Flagg a
hitherto unknown charm. The crowding memories of the happiest and by far
the the most important week of his life, with a tenacity like fever-born
visions, passed through and occupied his mind again and yet again. The
bright image of Fern Fenwick was the central figure of each event, her
grace and beauty was its chief point of interest.

At her unrivaled cottage home he had been the honored guest to whom she
had paid her undivided attention. Thanks to her wonderful mediumship, he
no longer felt himself an orphan--the gateway of death was also the
gateway of life. His father and mother had been restored to him, joined
again to his life--his heritage of immortality assured! The truth had
been made plain to him that the people of the two worlds were joined by
everlasting ties of love and sympathy into the one great flood of
humanity, all human beings, all immortal spirits, incarnate, excarnate.

Again, to Fern's mediumship he owed his acquaintance with Fennimore
Fenwick, whom he had learned to know, to admire, to love and respect as
the highest type of a wise, great and noble man. How fortunate he was in
having so many opportunities for learning from such a great master! He
prophesied then and there, that the gratitude of coming generations was
to bear witness to the power, wisdom and eloquence of Fennimore
Fenwick's teachings.

How the memory of all these things swelled the tide of love for Fern
Fenwick, in the heart of Fillmore Flagg. How bright and amiable, how
gloriously beautiful she was. How kind and gracious she was to him, and
what a delightful deference she paid to his opinions! Would he ever
again experience another week so full of unalloyed happiness? He had but
to close his eyes--a radiant vision of Fern Fenwick was before him,
thrilling his heart with hope, urging him forward to the goal of duty.
With a sigh he thought of the coming journey. For one blissful week, in
the light of her angelic eyes, in the radiance of her loveliness, in the
subtle charm of her magnetic presence, he had basked as in the sunshine
of paradise: now the hour of parting was approaching, he must not all