She turned her head in the direction of the sound, and at that moment a flash of lightning revealed a human form coming toward her.

In an instant it was lost to view, shut out in the darkness.

"Me come!" "Me come!" fell upon her waiting ears.

Margaret, with a heart overflowing with gratitude and swelling with praise, quietly exclaimed "God is love." Paul stood before her, panting like a stricken deer, with but one of the children in his arms.

As Margaret looked at him her pale face turned ashen white, her lips quivered and she fell into the arms of Paul Guidon as if dead.