"If I could only feel that you were near me," she whispered, "even though I could not see you or hear your voice--that you were still loving me and watching over my poor life!" "Dearest," he returned tenderly, "I have often had these thoughts.

More than once my father and I have spoken of it.

It is his idea that nothing can divide us from those we love.

Continuity of life--continuity of love, that is his creed." "Is it yours too, David ?" "Dear Elizabeth," returned the young man simply, "the future is so veiled in mystery and silence that one hardly knows what one believes, except that all will be well with us.

It seems to me that even in paradise we must still love our dear ones and pray for them, so tossed and buffeted by the waves of this troublesome world: but more than that I dare not say.