of glory.

The fragrance of a flower stole from his bedroom into the laboratory.
He smiled as he recognized it.

"I have not seen the flower," he said, "but its undoubted witness is
here. I do not see Thee, Jesus, my Lord and my God, but I believe
Thee!--Thou art here." And he worshiped Him.

CHAPTER VI

MR. FROTHINGHAM AND THE CHOIR REHEARSAL

Unsympathetic Nature was still in tears when the next morning broke
upon Hubert's new-found joy. But so ardent was it that no weather
could dampen it. His first waking thoughts were of the marvelous
treasure he had found. A new life stretched out before him. He was a
new man. He had entered into a new world whose center of gravity was
in heaven, "where Christ is," and an indescribable, exultant gladness
filled his soul. He had received Him, the divine Visitant from that
other world, and his own soul was quickened with the life He brought.
Henceforth he claimed kinship with Him and with the Father. A new
motive power of living had entered into his being. He was not
conscious of prayer, but it was in his heart, making response to the
revelation which had come to him, "Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?"
The new realm must have its own laws of living, very contrary to those
of this world, and he would know them.

First of all there was a simple, straightforward task before him and he
was eager to discharge it. So after a hasty toilet he went down to the
library where he rightly surmised he should find his father--also an
early riser--and presented himself at the other side of the table
before him.

"Eh! Good morning, Hubert," said Mr. Gray, as he looked up from his
reading.

"Good morning, father," said Hubert. And he added, "I have something
to tell you."

"Really? I hope there is no ill news?" Mr. Gray's first thought was
of business, but a second glance at Hubert's face showed there was no
unpleasant message to communicate. And there was a strange expression
on his son's face. He had never seen it before--not, at least, since
Hubert was a boy. No, not even then. What was it?

Hubert answered his father's questions of word and searching look.

"No, father," he said, "it is far from ill news. It is this: I am no
longer a sceptic. I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ."

"Eh? What? Hubert!"

The older man's face passed in lightning changes from stages of wonder
to joy, and he sprang from his chair. He grasped his son's hand across
the tab