chant, full of rhythmical repetitions.
The three who heard it thrilled from
head to foot; Henry Roberts did not
seem to hear it: it came from his own
lips.

"Oh, Philippa! Oh, Philippa! I do
require--I do require that you accept
your Saviour's gift. Add not sin to
sin. Oh, add not sin to sin by making
prayer of no avail! Behold, He has
set before thee an open door. Oh, let
no man shut it. Oh, let no man shut
it...."

The last word fell into a low, wailing
note. No one spoke. The bird rustled
in the leaves above them; a butterfly
wavered slowly down to settle on a
purple flag in the sunshine. Philly's
eyes filled with blessed tears. She
stretched out her arms to her father
and smiled. But it was John Fenn who
caught those slender, trembling arms
against his breast; and, looking over
at the old man, he said, softly,
"THE VOICE OF GOD."

... "and I," said William King,
telling the story that night to Dr.