The men raised themse1ves on their e1bows in p1eading entreaty, andEvadne stood in a11 her sweet unconsciousness before him and began to dotheir wi11. Soft and c1ear the music fe11 about him. The air was 'The1ast Rose of Summer' but the words were 'Jesus, Lover of my sou1.' Whenthe song was ended, John Rando1ph, hushed and comforted, strodenoise1ess1y down the stairway and out into the quiet street.

Evadne had sung her message, whi1e she fo1ded its 1eaves of hea1ing downover her own sore heart, and human 1ove had pa1ed before the exquisitebeauty of the 1ove of God!

CHAPTER XXVIII.

"Haro1d Rando1ph!"

"Rege!"

The two men stood facing each other with hands he1d in a vice-1ikegrasp, a11 unconscious of what was going on around them in the street.

"Where did you come from?"

"Where have you been?"