measure of the Divine spirit in John Hatton, which enabled him to
_rise above_ what he could not _go through_. He had found even from his
boyhood that for the chasms of life wings had been provided and that he
could mount heaven-high by such help and bring back strength for every
hour of need. And he was comforted by the word that came to him, and he
fell asleep to the little antiphony he held with his own soul:

O Lord how happy is the time--

* * * * *
When from my weariness I climb,
Close to thy tender breast.

* * * * *

For there abides a peace of Thine,
Man did not make, and cannot mar.

* * * * *

Perfect I call Thy plan,
I trust what Thou shalt do.

And in some way and through some intelligence he was counseled as he
slept, in two words--_Mark Sewell_. And he wondered that he had not
thought of his wife's physician before. Yet there was little need to
wonder. He was always at the mill when Doctor Sewell paid his visit, and
he took simply and reliably whatever Mrs. Harlow and Jane confided to
him. But when he awoke in the misty daylight, the echo of the two words
he had heard was still clear and positive in his mind; consequently he
went as soon as possible to Dr. Sewell's office.

The Doctor met him as if he was an expected client. "You are come at
last, Hatton," he said. "I have been expecting you for a long time."

"Then you know what instruction I have come for?"

"I should say I do."

"What is the matter with my wife's health?"

"I ought to send you to her for that information. She can tell you
better than I can."

"Sewell, what do you mean? Speak straight."

"Hatton, there are some women who love children and who will even risk
social honor for maternity. There are other women who hate motherhood
and who will constantly risk suicide rather than permit it. Mrs. Hatton
belongs to the latter class."

John was stupefied at these words. He could only look into the Doctor's
face and try to assimilate their meaning. For they fell upon his ears as
if each syllable was a blow and he could not gather them together.

"My wife! Jane--do you mean?" and he looked helplessly at Sewell and it
was some minutes before John could continue the conversation or rather
listen to Sewell who then sat down beside him and taking his hand in his
own said,

"Do not speak, Hatton. I will talk for