intersection or 'reciprocal meeting' at given points of calculation,
and these changed into various dazzling forms too brilliant for even
my dreaming sight to follow. Yet I felt myself compelled to study
one particular section of these lines which shone before me in a
kind of pale brightness, and while I looked it varied to more and
more complex 'moods' of colour and light, if one might so express
it, till, by gradual degrees, it returned again to the simpler
combination.

"Thus are the destinies of human lives woven and interwoven,"--said
the Voice--"From infinite and endless points of light they grow and
part and mingle together, till the destined two are one. Often they
are entangled and disturbed by influences not their own--but from
interference which through weakness or fear they have themselves
permitted. But the tangle is for ever unravelled by Time,--the
parted threads are brought together again in the eternal weaving of
Spirit and Matter. No power, human or divine, can entirely separate
the lives which God has ordained shall come together. Man's
ordainment is not God's ordainment! Wrong threads in the weaving are
broken--no matter how,--no matter when! Love must be tender yet
resolved!--Love must not swerve from its given pledge!--Love must be
All or Nothing!"

The light network of living golden rays still quivered before my
eyes, till all at once they seemed to change to a rippling sea of
fine flame with waves that gently swayed to and fro, tipped with
foam-crests of prismatic hue like broken rainbows. Wave after wave
swept forward and broke in bright amethystine spray close to me
where I knelt, and as I watched this moving mass of radiant colour
in absorbed fascination, one wave, brilliant as the flush of a