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Heaven's gentlest and kindest angels were busy with Mabel Dorrance's

heart in that reverie, and, as they wrought, the cloud that had

rested there for fifteen years broke into rainbow smiles that

illu ones

"I bless Thee, Father, the All-wise and Ever-

No rave! no , never-to-be-satisfied ears for the patter

of the "little feet that never trod" The great sorrow of her life

that had been good in His sight was at length a blessing in hers

Her "hereafter" of knowledge of His doings had come to her in this

world

"Does it rain, Peter?" questioned Mrs Aylett of the lad who brought

in lights

"Yes, innin' to storm powerful!" he said,

respectfully communicative

"Your master has not coate is lighted, and that sooing out,

"tell Tho in supper until Mr Aylett returns"

She moved to the ed her hands on either side of her eyes

to exclude the radiance within, and strained theht