It is a good gift--blessing both the inheritor and his companions.

Neither men nor women are long gloomy in my presence." "I have often noticed your smiling face and pleasant words," said Jessie, "and wondered if you moved always in a sunny atmosphere." "You are answered now," he replied.
A little while there was silence.

Jessie did not feel the repulsion which had at first made Dexter's presence annoying; and as he drew his chair closer, and leaned still nearer, there was on her part no instinctive receding.
"Yes," she murmured softly, almost dreamily, "I am answered." "Jessie." The young man's breath was on her cheek--his hand touching her hand.

She remained sitting very still--still as an effigy.
"Jessie." How very low, and loving, and musical was the voice that thrilled along the chords of feeling! "Jessie; forgive me if I have mistaken the signs." His hand tightened upon hers.

She felt spell-bound.