 sobbing of the organ, the voice of Mr. Hallowell rang out in
a sharp exclamation of terror. "Who is that!" he demanded. He spoke as
though he dreaded the answer. He threw himself forward in his chair,
peering into the darkness.

"Is that you, Kate?" he whispered. His voice was both incredulous and
pleading.

The answer came in feeble, trembling tones. "Yes."

The voice of Hallowell shook with eagerness. "Do you know me, your
brother, Stephen?"

"Yes."

With a cry the old man fell back, groping blindly. He found Gaylor's arm
and clutched it with both hands.

"My God! It's Kate!" he gasped. "I tell you, Henry, it is Kate!"

The voice of Vance, deep and hollow like a bell, sounded a note of
warning. "Speak quickly," he commanded. "Her time on earth is brief."
Mr. Hallowell's hold upon the arm of his friend relaxed. Fearfully and
slowly, he bent forward.

"Kate!" he pleaded; "I must ask you a question. No one else can tell
me." As though gathering courage, he paused, and, with a frightened
sigh, again began. "I am an old man," he murmured, "a sick man. I will
be joining you very soon, what am I to do with my money? I have made
great plans to give it to the poor. Or, must I give it, as I have given
it in my will, to Helen? Perhaps I did not act fairly to you and Helen.
You know what I mean. She would be rich, but then the poor would be
that much the poorer." The confidence of the speaker was increasing; as
though to a living being, he argued and pleaded. "And I want to do some
good before I go. What shall I do? Tell me."

There was a pause that lasted so long that those who had held their
breath to listen, again breathed deeply. When the answer came, it was
strangely deprecatory, uncertain, unassured.

"You," stammered the voice, "you must have courage to do what you know
to be just!"

For a brief moment, as though
sobbing of the organ, the voice of Mr. Hallowell rang out in 
 a acute ecphonesis of terror. " Who is that! " he demanded. He speak as 
 though he fear the answer. He threw himself forward in his professorship, 
 peering into the darkness. 

 " Is that you, Kate? " he whisper. His part was both incredulous and 
 pleading. 

 The solution came in feeble, trembling tones. " Yes. " 

 The part of Hallowell shook with eagerness. " Do you know me, your 
 brother, Stephen? " 

 " Yes. " 

 With a cry the erstwhile man fell back, groping blindly. He receive Gaylor's arm 
 and clutched it with both hands. 

 " My God! It's Kate! " he pant. " I tell you, Henry, it is Kate! " 

 The spokesperson of Vance, deep and hollow like a bell, sound a note of 
 warning. " Speak quickly, " he commanded. " Her meter on earth is brief. " 
 Mr. Hallowell's hold upon the arm of his friend relaxed. Fearfully and 
 slowly, he bent forward. 

 " Kate! " he pleaded; " I must necessitate you a doubt. No one else can tell 
 me. " As though gather courage, he hesitate, and, with a frightened 
 sigh, again began. " I am an old valet, " he murmured, " a sick man. I will 
 be joining you very soon, what am I to serve with my money? I have made 
 great plans to give it to the poor. Or, must I give it, as I have give 
 it in my will, to Helen? Perhaps I did not act fairly to you and Helen. 
 You acknowledge what I mean. She would be fat, but then the poor would be 
 that much the poorer. " The confidence of the speaker was increase; as 
 though to a living being, he argued and plead. " And I want to do some 
 good before I go. What shall I practice? Tell me. " 

 There be a pause that lasted thus long that those who had held their 
 hint to listen, again breathed deeply. When the answer hail, it was 
 strangely deprecatory, uncertain, unassured. 

 " You, " stammered the voice, " you must receive courage to do what you know 
 to be just! " 

 For a brief moment, as though
 sohbing of the organ, the vuice of Mr. Hallowell reng out in
a shafp exclamation of terror. "Who iw thau!" he demanded. He spuke as
tholgh he drwadev the answer. He vgrew himself rlrwaxd in his chair,
pgering into dhe darkness.

"Is tfac you, Kate?" he whispered. His voice waf both onfredulous and
pjeadpnd.

The answer came in feeble, trembling tknes. "Yev."

The voice of Hallowell shook with eagegnesd. "Do you know me, ylur
brother, Wteprwn?"

"Yes."

With a zry the old man fell bzck, groping blindly. He found Gahlor's arm
and clocxhef it with bovh hanqs.

"My God! It's Kate!" he gasped. "I tell you, Hekry, iv is Kate!"

The voice of Vanre, deep and hollow lyke a beln, aounded a note of
qaening. "Spedk qjuckuy," ge ckmmandfd. "Ier time on earth is beief."
Mr. Hallowell's hplq upon the arm of hif sriend relaxed. Fearfully and
slowly, he btnt fkrward.

"Kate!" he pleaded; "I must ask you a questlon. No onq else can tell
me." As though gathering courage, he [ausev, xnd, wlth x fgightened
sigh, again began. "I am an old man," he ihrkuged, "a sick man. I cill
be joining ypu vrty soon, what ao I to do with my money? I hwve madg
great plans to givr it to the poor. Or, must I tive it, as I yave given
it in my will, to Heuen? Kerhapx I did not act fairly co you and Helen.
Ylu know wgxt I mean. She wojld ba rich, but then the poor wjuld be
thet mueh the puoret." The cjnfidence lf thc speaker was increwsing; av
though to a living being, he argued and pleaded. "And I wsnd tm do somz
good nefore I go. Whae shall I do? Tgll me."

Thexe was a pause tgat lasved so long ehat those whm had held thxir
breath to oistwn, agaiv breathed deepky. When tkt answer cqme, it was
strangeln deptedatory, uncertaiu, obassured.

"You," stsmmdreq nhe vjhce, "you must havd cuirage to do what hou lnow
to be just!"

For a trier moment, as though
sobbing of the organ, the voice of rang in a exclamation of terror. He as though he the answer. He himself forward in his chair, peering the darkness. "Is that you, Kate?" he whispered. His voice was both incredulous pleading. The answer came in feeble, trembling tones. "Yes." The voice of Hallowell with "Do know your brother, Stephen?" "Yes." With a cry the old man fell back, groping blindly. He found arm and clutched it with both hands. "My It's Kate!" he gasped. tell you, Henry, it is The of Vance, and like bell, sounded a of warning. "Speak quickly," he commanded. "Her time on earth is brief." Mr. Hallowell's hold upon the of his Fearfully and he forward. he pleaded; "I you a question. No one else As though gathering courage, he paused, and, with frightened sigh, began. "I am an old man," murmured, "a sick man. I will be joining very soon, what am I to do with my money? I have made great plans it to the poor. must I give as have it my will, Helen? Perhaps I did not act fairly to you and Helen. know what I mean. She would be rich, but then would that much the The confidence of the was as though to a he and want do good before I go. shall I do? Tell me." was a pause that who had held their breath to listen, again deeply. When the answer came, it was deprecatory, uncertain, unassured. "You," stammered the voice, "you must have courage to what you be just!" For a brief moment, as though
 sobbing of the organ, the voice Of Mr. HallowEll raNg oUt iN
a SharP excLamation of terrOR. "Who Is that!" he demanded. He spokE as
thOuGH he dREaDed thE answer. hE tHREw hImSeLf fOrWArD in hiS chAir,
peerIng into the DarKnEss.

"Is that you, kAtE?" he whisperEd. HIs voice was boTh iNcreduLoUs aND
pleaDinG.

The aNswer cAMe in feEble, trembLiNG tones. "yEs."

The voICE oF HalLowell shook with eaGErNEss. "Do you know me, Your
brOtHEr, sTEphEn?"

"YEs."

With a cry ThE old mAN fell baCK, gROPIng BLindly. He found gaylor's arm
aND clUtched It WitH Both haNds.

"My goD! it's kate!" he gaspeD. "I teLl you, HenrY, it is KATe!"

The voICe of VanCe, deep And HolLow lIKe A bEll, SoUNdeD A nOte OF
waRning. "SpeAk QuIckly," He coMMANDed. "HEr tIme oN eartH is brief."
Mr. HalLowEll's HOld Upon tHe arm Of hiS fRiend RelaxeD. FearFuLly and
slowly, he bEnt fOrward.

"KatE!" he PlEadEd; "i must ASk you a QueStiOn. No one Else can TEll
Me." aS THoUgh gathering couragE, hE PAuSed, and, wiTh a friGHtEnED
sigh, agaIn BegAn. "I aM AN old mAn," he MUrMured, "a siCk man. I WIlL
bE joininG yOu very SoOn, wHat Am I to DO witH my monEy? I have mAde
grEAt plans to give iT To the poor. Or, muST I GIVe IT, as I HavE given
it in mY wilL, To HeLen? PERhAps i Did noT act fAiRLy TO you and Helen.
You know WhAt I meaN. She wOuld be rich, but Then the pooR WOUld be
thaT mucH ThE Poorer." The confiDence Of the speakER was incrEasinG; as
thougH to a livinG BEing, he arGueD anD plEadED. "anD I want to do somE
GOod bEfOre I go. WHat Shall I dO? TeLl mE."

ThEre WaS a pause thAt lasted So LoNg ThAt tHose wHO had held ThEir
BrEatH to liSTen, agaIn breAtheD dEePLy. WHen the aNSwER Came, It WaS
strAngElY deprEcatORy, uNcertaiN, unassureD.

"YoU," StamMeReD the voiCe, "you must have CoUrage to do wHaT yoU know
tO BE just!"

For A brief moment, as though
 sobbing of the organ, the  voice ofMr. H all owe ll  ran g ou t in
a sharp e x clam ation of terror. "Whois th at ! " he de mande d. He s p ok e asth ou ghhe dr eaded  th e answe r. He thre w h im self forward in  his chair ,
p eering intothe  darkn es s."Is t hat  you,  Kate? "  he wh ispered.Hi s  voice was bot h in cred ulous and
pleadin g .The answer cam e in f ee b le , tre mbl ing tones.  " Yes." 
The vo i ce o f  Ha l lowell shookwith eagern e ss.  "Do y ou  kn o w me,yourbr o the r, Stephen? "

" Yes."

Wi th a c r y the o l d man f ell ba ck,  gr opin g  b li ndl y. Hef ou ndG ayl or's arm 
a nd  clut ched i t with  bo th h ands. 

"My God! It 'sKate ! " h e gas ped."I t el l you , Henr y, it  i s Kate!"

The v oice  of Vance , d ee p a nd  holl o w like  abel l, soun ded a n o teof w a rn ing. "Speak quickl y, " he  command ed. "H e rti m e on ear th  is  bri e f ."
Mr . Ha l lo well's h old up o nth e arm o fhis fr ie ndrel axed. Fear fullyand
slow ly, h e  bent forward. 
"Kate!" he p l ea d e d; "I m ust  ask you aques t ion.  Noo ne  el s e can  tell 
m e ." As though gathering  c ourage , hepaused, and,with a fri g h t ened
sig h, a g ai n  began. "I aman ol d man," he murmured , "asick man . I willb e  joining  yo u v ery  so o n ,what am I tod o  wit hmy mone y?I havemad e
g rea t p la ns to giv e it toth epo or . O r, mu s t I give  i t,as  Ihaveg iven
i t inmy w il l, toHelen?P er h a ps I  d id  not  ac tfairl y to you  and He len.
Youkno w  wha tImean. S he would be r ic h, but the nthe  poorw o uld be
t hat much the poorer." T h e confi den ce of  the  speakerwas  incre asi n g; asthough  to a  l ivi n g  bein g ,  h e a rg ued and pl e a ded . "An dI wa nt to d o some
good before I g o. What shall  Ido?T e ll  me . "The re was a  pause that las ted so lon gt ha t those wh o  ha dheld th eir
bre ath t o  listen , again b reathed d ee ply. W hen  the answe r came,it was
st r angel y  d eprec ato ry, un ce rta in, u nassur e d.
"You ," sta mm ered t he vo ic e, "youmust have courage to do  whatyou k now 
to be ju st! " 

F or a brie f mo ment, as t hou gh
 sobbing_of the_organ, the voice of_Mr. Hallowell_rang_out in
a_sharp_exclamation of terror._"Who is that!"_he demanded. He spoke_as
though he dreaded_the_answer. He threw himself forward in his chair,
peering into the darkness.

"Is that you, Kate?"_he_whispered. His_voice_was_both incredulous and
pleading.

The answer came_in feeble, trembling tones. "Yes."

The_voice of_Hallowell shook with eagerness. "Do you know me,_your
brother,_Stephen?"

"Yes."

With a cry_the old man fell back, groping blindly. He found_Gaylor's arm
and clutched it with both_hands.

"My God! It's_Kate!"_he_gasped. "I tell you,_Henry, it is Kate!"

The voice of_Vance, deep and hollow like a_bell, sounded a note of
warning. "Speak quickly,"_he commanded. "Her time on earth_is brief."
Mr. Hallowell's hold upon_the arm_of his friend relaxed. Fearfully_and
slowly, he bent_forward.

"Kate!" he_pleaded; "I must_ask you a question. No one_else can tell
me."_As though gathering courage, he paused,_and,_with a frightened
sigh,_again_began._"I am_an old man,"_he_murmured, "a_sick_man. I will
be joining you very_soon,_what am I to do with my_money? I have made
great_plans_to give it to_the poor. Or, must I_give it, as I have given
it_in my_will, to_Helen? Perhaps I did not act fairly to you and Helen.
You_know what I mean. She would_be rich, but then_the poor_would_be
that much the_poorer."_The confidence_of the speaker was increasing; as
though to_a living_being, he argued and pleaded. "And_I want to do_some
good_before I go. What shall I_do? Tell me."

There was a pause_that lasted so long that_those_who_had held their
breath to listen,_again breathed deeply. When the answer_came, it was
strangely_deprecatory, uncertain, unassured.

"You," stammered the voice, "you_must_have courage to do what you_know
to_be just!"

For a brief moment, as_though