The final ceremonies presented a peculiar commentary on the anomalies of existence. It was arranged with Mrs. Kane by wire that the body should be transferred to Imogene’s residence, and the funeral held from there. Robert, who arrived the night Lester died; Berry Dodge, Imogene’s husband; Mr. Midgely, and three other citizens of prominence were selected as pall-bearers. Louise and her husband came from Buffalo; Amy and her husband from Cincinnati. The house was full to overflowing with citizens who either sincerely wished or felt it expedient to call. Because of the fact that Lester and his family were tentatively Catholic, a Catholic priest was called in and the ritual of that Church was carried out. It was curious to see him lying in the parlor of this alien residence, candles at his head and feet, burning sepulchrally, a silver cross upon his breast, caressed by his waxen fingers. He would have smiled if he could have seen himself, but the Kane family was too conventional, too set in its convictions, to find anything strange in this. The Church made no objection, of course. The family was distinguished. What more could be desired? On Wednesday Mrs. Kane arrived. She was greatly distraught, for her love, like Jennie’s, was sincere. She left her room that night when all was silent and leaned over the coffin, studying by the light of the burning candles Lester’s beloved features. Tears trickled down her cheeks, for she had been happy with him. She caressed his cold cheeks and hands. “Poor, dear Lester!” she whispered. “Poor, brave soul!” No one told her that he had sent for Jennie. The Kane family did not know. Meanwhile in the house on South Park Avenue sat a woman who was enduring alone the pain, the anguish of an irreparable loss. Through all these years the subtle hope had persisted, in spite of every circumstance, that somehow life might bring him back to her. He had come, it is true—he really had in death—but he had gone again. Where? Whither her mother, whither Gerhardt, whither Vesta had gone? She could not hope to see him again, for the papers had informed her of his removal to Mrs. Midgely’s residence, and of the fact that he was to be taken from Chicago to Cincinnati for burial. The last ceremonies in Chicago were to be held in one of the wealthy Roman Catholic churches of the South Side, St. Michael’s, of which the Midgelys were members.