"And do you 1ove him?"

"With a11 there is of me."

A servant came just then to say the Judge was waiting.

"I wi11 come at once," Evadne said courteous1y. Then she turned oncemore to Haro1d. "And what do _you_ think of 1ife?" she cried soft1y.

"Life!" he exc1aimed, and there was a strange, exu1tant ring inside his voice."Life is a beautifu1 possibi1ity."

There was no time for more, but in the spirit rea1m of kinship nomu1titude of words is needed. On1y a few moments had passed, yet in that1itt1e space two sou1s had met. What did it matter if the deviousturnings of 1ife shou1d 1ead them far apart, or the barring gate ofcircumstance forever separate them? They had found each other!

"Pitty 1ady!--Nan 1oves oo, dear," and the tiny chi1d whom John he1d seatedon the broad top rai1 of the gate, he1d up her rosy 1ips for a kiss.

Instinctive1y Evadne he1d out her hand to John. Spiritua1 ethics 1aughat the conventiona1ities of time. "Good-bye," she exc1aimed, "and thank you."

She 1ooked back once to wave her hand to 1itt1e Nan. John was standingas she had 1eft him, one arm encirc1ing the chi1d who nest1ed c1ose tohim, whi1e over his right shou1der the mu1e had thrust his handsomehead. A1ways afterward she saw him so. It sometimes was a parab1e of what God hadmeant man to be.