coming to save
her, and presently on her brow she felt a kiss of rapturous healing.

"My child!" came the dream words, perfectly distinct, although they were
unspoken. "God will bless you and save you."

Penelope smiled in her sleep and her soul was filled with inexpressible
peace.

"_I saw the mother's exalted spirit hovering over her child_," Seraphine
wrote of this clairvoyant vision. "_I saw the evil entity, leering
hideously, go out of Penelope in a glow of scarlet light. I knew that
the wicked dream was broken. My darling was saved._"

An hour passed, during which the two doctors and the medium watched
anxiously by the sleeping patient.

Finally the young woman stirred naturally and opened her eyes.

"Oh, Dr. Leroy!" she cried joyfully. "It is true--what you said. It
stopped--the dream stopped. And my mother came to me in my sleep. She
kissed me. She blessed me. Oh!" Penelope glanced eagerly about the room.

Leroy greeted her with grave kindness.

"Your troubles are all over, Mrs. Wells. You need never have any more of
these fears."

"Is that really true?"

"Yes, I am quite sure of what I say."

"How wonderful!"

He bowed gravely.

"God's love is very wonderful."

Again the radiant eyes seemed to search for some one. Penelope glanced
appealingly at Seraphine.

"I understand, dear," beamed Mrs. Walters. "He is waiting outside. He
will be so happy," and a moment later Christopher entered.

CHAPTER XIX

PRIDE

(_Fragments from Penelope's Diary_)

_Paris, Three Months Later._

It is three months since I wrote this diary, three lonely months since I
said good-bye to Christopher, or rather wrote good-bye, for I should
never have had the courage to leave him, if I had tried to give him my
reasons--face to face. I have never seen him or heard from him since
that terrible night at Dr. Leroy's when the evil cloud was lifted from
my soul and I knew and remembered--_everything!_

I have never heard from Seraphine. They do not even know where I am,
they must not know--that is part of my plan, but it is frightfully hard.
I pray for strength to be reconciled to my life of loneliness and to
find comfort in good works; but the strength has not come to me. Every
day I think of Christopher and the separation from him grows harder and
harder. Life is not worth living.

* * * * *

I am perfectly sane and normal, just as I was before my hallucinations.
No more voice