is
obscurity God gave him new faith and hope in human nature, and in the
woman's part of it.' Those are your words, Honora."

She blushed with pleasure and murmured: "I hope they came true!"

"They were true at that moment," he said reflectively. "Oh, indeed God
guided me, placed me in the hands of Monsignor, of my mother, of such
people as Judy and the Senator and Louis, and of you all."

"Oh, my God, what suffering!" she exclaimed suddenly as her tears began
to fall. "Louis told me, I saw it in your face as every one did, but now
I know. And we never gave you the pity you needed!"

"Then you must give it to me now," said he with boldness. "But don't
waste any pity on Endicott. He is dead, and I look at him across these
five years as at a stranger. Suffer? The poor devil went mad with
suffering. He raved for days in the wilderness, after he discovered his
shame, dreaming dreams of murder for the guilty, of suicide for
himself----"

She clasped her hands in anguish and turned toward him as if to protect
him.

"It was a good woman who saved him, and she was an old mother who had
tasted death. Some day I shall show you the pool where this old woman
found him, after he had overcome the temptation to die. She took him to
her home and her heart, nourished him, gave him courage, sent him on a
new mission of life. What a life! He had a scheme of vengeance, and to
execute it he had to return to the old scenes, where he was more
alone----

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.

* * * * *

O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide, wide sea;
So lonely 'twas that God Himself
Scarce seemed there to be."

The wonder to Honora, as he described himself, was the indifference of
his tone. It had no more than the sympathy one might show toward a
stranger whose suffering had been succeeded by great joy.

"Oh, God grant," he broke in with vehemence, "that no soul suffers as
did this Endicott, poor wretch, during the time of his vengeance.
Honora, I would not inflict on that terrible woman the suffering of that
man for a year after his discovery of her sin. I doubted long the mercy
of God. Rather I knew nothing about His mercy. I had no religion, no
understanding of it, except in a vague, unpractical way. You know now
that I am of the Puritan race ... Livingstone is of my family ... the