"Never; but I rejoice to hear it. Ger—I mean your sister," coughing in great confusion, "will enjoy having money to do good with. I am heartily glad; and shall feel more at ease. I have already lived much longer than I expected; and I began to feel I ought to go away and relieve you from the burden you so generously assumed." "Mrs. Wallingford will give you due notice when she wishes you to change your quarters," the brother answered, smiling: "I have not seen her to-day." "She left a message for you, which I might have forgotten. She has gone with an English nobleman we have met here, to see some ancient ruins, and is intending to read to you on her return." When she entered the chamber he was alone; and she instantly rang the bell for Pedro, who was sunning himself on the portico. The occurrence was significant to the sick man; but with a sigh, trying to put aside all useless regrets he held up the Testament she had left him; and pointing to the page, said eagerly: "I have found the rule which actuates you," reading aloud. "'Be not overcome of evil; but overcome evil with good.' 'Recompense to no man evil for evil.'" "And this too is what you have done! 'Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing, but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called that ye should inherit a blessing.'" There was something in his expression as he glanced from the book with a smile which carried her back so forcibly to other days, that for a moment she was overcome. Covering her face the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. He was seated on a large couch or divan, and timidly laid his fingers on hers, trying to remove them from her face. "I didn't mean to pain you," he said humbly. "I have been reading the book you lent me; and when I found that passage, I said to myself, that exactly describes my—Mrs. Wallingford. I have treated her evil and she has recompensed evil with good!" "Paul, do you wish to know how you can reward me?" "Yes, yes," his eyes sparkling. "Love my Saviour. Let my poor words be the instrument of bringing you to him, that I may have one jewel in my crown of rejoicing." She was hurrying from the room to hide her tears, when he called softly: "Gertrude. May I call you so once, just once? I would go to Christ; but I don't know how. I tried last night to pray, and I repeated over and over the words you used for me so long ago. 'Blessed Jesus, save him from the corruption of his own heart; lead him to the foot of the cross. May he find peace in believing on thee.' I need peace, my soul is all adrift. Can't you tell me once more how to go to him?" She took the Bible from his hands; and read the beautiful parable of the prodigal son. When she came to the words, "I will arise and go to my father," he waved his hand for her to stop, and repeated them, after her slowly and impressively. She placed the book near him, hesitating whether to say more, when he began: