"We have used all the material that you sent us," repeated the
Keeper of the Gate.

"Now I know that you are mistaken," cried the man, with growing
earnestness, "for all my life long I have been doing things that
must have supplied you with material. Have you not heard that
I have built a school-house; the wing of a hospital; two--yes,
three--small churches, and the greater part of a large one,
the spire of St. Petro--"

The Keeper of the Gate lifted his hand.

"Wait," he said; "we know all these things. They were not ill
done.
But they were all marked and used as foundation for the name and
mansion of
John Weightman in the world. Did you not plan them for that?"

"Yes," answered the man, confused and taken aback, "I confess
that
I thought often of them in that way. Perhaps my heart was
set upon that too much. But there are other things--my endowment
for
the college--my steady and liberal contributions to all the
established charities--my support of every respectable--"

"Wait," said the Keeper of the Gate again. "Were not all these
carefully recorded on earth where they would add to your credit?

They were not foolishly done. Verily, you have had your reward