had
talked with Miss Morel one morning of the many-sided work of the church,
and how in the afternoon he had looked through the open port of his
stateroom and had seen an ocean that looked like the church, and a
church that seemed like the ocean.

"I shall remember that day forever, I think," he said. "For the first
time in my life I could put all the pieces of my life together; my home,
my church, the Sunday school, the League, college, the needy life of
this town, your country work, Marty, Mexico, China, India--everything;
and I could see as one wonderful, perfect picture, every bit of it
necessary to all the rest. Our church at work to make Jesus Christ Lord
of all life, in my home and clear to the 'roof of the world' out yonder
under the snows of Tibet. Can you see it, folks? I think _you_ always
could, Mr. Drury!" and he put his hand affectionately on the pastor's
knee.

Pastor Drury's face was even paler than its wont, but in his eyes glowed
the light that never was on sea or land. He was hearing what sometimes
he had feared he might not last long enough to hear. The Experiment was
justified, and he was comforted!

He picked up the Bible that lay near his hand, and turned to the Gospel
by Luke. "I hope none of you will think _I_ wrest the Book's words to
lesser meanings," he said, "but there is only one place in it that can
speak what is in my heart to-day." And he read the song of Simeon in the
temple: "Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine
eyes have seen thy salvation," and so to the end.

It was very still when his weak voice ceased; but in a moment the
silence was broken by a cry from J.W.

"Why, Mr. Drury, it has been _you_, all these years!"

"What do you mean, J.W.?". said Marty, somewhat alarmed and thoroughly
mystified.

"Exactly what I say, Marty. Can't you see it too? Can't all of you see
it?" and J.W. looked from one face to another around the room.
"Jeannette, _you_ know what I mean, don't you?"

And Jeannette, at once smiling and tearful, said, "Yes, J.W., I've
thought about it many times, and I know now it is true."

Marty said, "Maybe so; but what?" for he was still bewildered.

"Why," J.W. began, with eager haste, "Mr. Drury planned all this--years
and years ago. Not our wedding, I don't mean that," and he paused long
enough to find Jeannette's hand and get it firmly in his own, "we
managed that ourselves, didn't we, dear? But--I don't know why--this
blessed mi