The unexpected conclusion of his sentence, old-fashioned in its wording, yet almost a prayer, gave her fresh courage.

"May God Almighty give you tact and wisdom," he had said, little guessing how greatly she needed them.

And now another voice, echoing through memory's arches to organ-music, took up the strain: "Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come." And with firm though noiseless step, Jane followed Dr.Mackenzie into the roam where Garth was lying, helpless, sightless, and disfigured..