A soft dreamy wind came over the edge, and breathed once on his cheek.

The voice came again-- "Cosmo!" It seemed to come from far away, so soft and gentle was it, and yet it seemed near.
"It has called me three times!" said Cosmo, and rose to his feet.
There was the head of Simon Peter, as some called him, rising like a dark sun over the top of the hollow! In the faint light Cosmo knew him at once, gave a cry of pleasure, and ran to meet him.
"You called so softly," said Cosmo, "I did not know your voice." "And you are disappointed! You thought it was a voice from some region beyond this world! I am sorry.

I called softly, because I wanted to let you know I was coming, and was afraid of startling you." [Illustration: A VAULTED INFINITUDE] "I confess," replied Cosmo, "a little hope was beginning to flutter, that, perhaps I was called from somewhere in the unseen--like Samuel, you know; but I was too glad to see you to be much disappointed.

I do sometimes wonder though, that, if there is such a world beyond as we sometime talk about, there should be so little communication between it and us.

When I am out in the still time of this world, and there is nothing to interfere,--when I am not even thinking, so as to close my doors, why should never anything come?
Never in my life have I had one whisper from that world." "You are saying a great deal more than you can possibly know, Cosmo," answered Mr.Simon.