Then he took out his private ledger.

Many a page had been written the last ten years.

It was the book of a very rich man.

He thought of all his engagements and plans and hopes, and of how the withdrawal of so large a sum would affect them.
Then he took out Helen's last message, and sat down humbly with it where Tallisker had told him to sit.

Suddenly Helen's last words came back to him, "Oh! the unspeakable riches!" What of?
The cross of Christ--the redemption from eternal death--the promise of eternal life! Sin is like a nightmare; when we stir under it, we awake.
Crawford sat thinking until his heart burned and softened, and great tears rolled slowly down his cheeks and dropped upon the paper in his hands.