The men raised themselves on their elbows in pleading entreaty, andEvadne stood in all her sweet unconsciousness before him and began to dotheir will. Soft and clear the music fell about him. The air was 'Thelast Rose of Summer' but the words were 'Jesus, Lover of my soul.' Whenthe song was ended, John Randolph, hushed and comforted, strodenoiselessly down the stairway and out into the quiet street.

Evadne had sung her message, while she folded its leaves of healing downover her own sore heart, and human love had paled before the exquisitebeauty of the love of God!

CHAPTER XXVIII.

"John Randolph!"

"Rege!"

The two men stood facing each other with hands held in a vice-likegrasp, all unconscious of what was going on around them in the street.

"Where did you come from?"

"Where have you been?"