... he saw her soft gray garments change to glistening white,
... the wreath she wore sparkled as with a million dewdrops.. a
roseate halo streamed above her and around her,--long streaks of
crimson flared down the sky like threads of fire swung from the
stars,--and in the deepening glory, her countenance, divinely
beautiful, yet intensely sad, expressed the touching hope and fear
of one who makes a final farewell appeal. Ah God! ... he knew her
now! ... too late, too late he knew her! ... the Angel of his
vision stood before him! ... and humbled to the very dust and
ashes of despair he loathed himself for his unworthiness and lack
of faith!

"O doubting and unhappy one!" she went on, in accents sweeter than
a chime of golden bells--"Thou art lost in the gloom of the
Sorrowful Star where naught is known of life save its shadow!
Lost.. and as yet I cannot rescue thee--ah! forlorn Edris that I
am, left lonely up in Heaven! But prayers are heard, and God's
great patience never tires,--learn therefore 'FROM THE PERILS OF
THE PAST, THE PERILS OF THE FUTURE'--and weigh against an immortal
destiny of love the worth of fame!"

Wider and more dazzling grew the brilliancy surrounding her--
raising her eyes, she clasped her hands in an attitude of
impassioned supplication ... .

"O fair King Christ!" she cried, and her voice seemed to strike a
melodious passage through the air.. "THOU canst prevail!" A burst
of music answered her, . . music that rushed wind-like downwards and
swept in strong vibrating chords over the land,--again the "KYRIE
ELEISON! CHRISTE ELEISON! KYRIE ELEISON!" pealed forth in the same