They gaze at me with joyous eyes.

"Art thou also one of us ?" they murmur; then they pass onward to the altar, where again the lights are glimmering.

I watch them with eager interest; I hear them uplift their fresh young voices in prayer and praise.

One of them, whose deep blue eyes are full of lustrous tenderness, leaves her companions, and softly approaches me.

She holds a pencil and tablet in her hand.
"Write!" she says, in a thrilling whisper; "and write quickly! for whatsoever thou shalt now inscribe is the clue to thy destiny." I obey her mechanically, impelled not by my own will, but by some unknown powerful force acting within and around me.