o'clock by the musical, slow-chiming bells!

Then at last Penelope spoke, her face transfigured with spiritual light
and beauty.

"Doctor,--I--I know I have only a few minutes," she began haltingly, but
almost immediately became calm, as if some new strength or vision had
been accorded her. "I realize that my troubles have come from
selfishness and--sensuality. I have deceived myself. I blamed my husband
for encouraging these desires in me, but--I knew what kind of a man my
husband was before I married him. There was another man, a much finer
man, who asked me to be his wife, but I refused him because--in a way
I--wanted the kind of husband that--my husband was."

She went on rapidly, speaking in a low tone but distinctly:

"In the years after my husband's death I was--playing with fire. I
craved admiration. I wanted to go as near the danger point--with men--as
I dared. I deceived myself when I said I wanted a child--of my own--to
satisfy my emotional nature. What I really wanted was an
excuse--to--give myself--to a man."

Some power beyond herself upheld the penitent in this hard ordeal. Her
eyes remained fixed on the Cross to which she seemed to cling in spirit
even as the woman pictured there clung to the Cross with outstretched
arms.

There was an impressive silence, then the spiritual teacher, his voice
vibrant with tenderness and faith, spoke these words of comfort:

"Penelope, you have cleansed your soul. You can sleep without fear. When
your dream begins you will know that the powers of love are guarding
you. You are God's child. No harm can befall you, for you will reach out
to the Cross, _you will reach out to the Cross_!"

"Yes," she murmured faintly. Her eyelids fluttered and closed. She drew
a long sigh of relief, then her breathing became regular and her face
took on an expression of lovely serenity. She was sleeping.

And then the dream!

Penelope was in that tragic stateroom once more. She heard the throb of
engines and sounds on the deck overhead--the echoing beat of footsteps,
while the steady swish of the waters came in through the open window.
She turned restlessly on her wide brass bed trying to sleep.

How oppressive was the night! She looked longingly at the stateroom
door which she had fixed ajar on its hook. If she could only go out
where the fresh breezes were blowing and spread her blanket on the
deck--what a heavenly relief!

Penelope sat up against her pillows and looked out o