that, he immediately made the Sign of the Cross and drew me into the
chapel where he made some use of the Holy Water which I did not
understand, nor did I care, for the sudden fright which had stopped my
heart in its beating, now that all was over, sent the blood rushing
through my veins with frightful rapidity making my head ache so terribly
that I thought that I must die.

It was dark, the next I knew, the room was strange to me; A Crucifix
hung on the wall, before which a single, dim oil lamp was burning,
before this was a monk at prayer;--it seemed like a dream to me, it
could not be real.

After awhile I moved, and the monk rose and came to me, showing, in the
flickering light, the fatherly features of Brother Andreas.

"My child," he said, taking my hand in his, "I am happy that you are of
our flock, for I can help you; I know your thoughts; it is well to think
now when all is still. I will not urge you, but Christ is ever seeking
for your soul; come to the true light of the Church where he may find
you."

I made confession and received absolution, and he, making the Sign of
the Cross, went from the room.

Presently I heard the monotonous chant of the monks in the Chapel and
knew it was midnight. I have written this to you hurriedly on paper I
have in my portfolio. The chanting is over and Brother Andreas' step is
audible in the echoing corridor. Good Night.