Cathy’s great sorrow was darker than the night. Absolutely exhausted from crying she fell asleep and dreamed she saw Ruth’s sylph-like form. She was dressed the same as she was that night of her glorious resurrection. Ruth, pale and trembling, stood gazing vacant-eyed, on the immensity of nature. As each stroke flashed, Cathy shrieked in terror. Ruth stood pale and motionless with head uplifted and nostrils dilated in the ecstacy of the moment, the light of heaven beamed across her soulful face. Her body became brilliantly illuminated, the pines could be dimly seen through her almost transparent figure. She lifted her fragile arms heavenward and slowly ascended, the glory shining around her. A month later Cathy went home to her husband, to love, to comfort and to happiness. There is no happiness like a husband’s immortal love; perfect love never dies. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER XII. “’Tis told somewhere in Eastern story That those who loved once blossomed as flowers On the same stem, amid the glory Of Eden’s green and fragrant bowers; And that, though parted oft by fate Yet when the glow of life is ended, Each soul again shall find its mate, And in one bloom again be blended.” Addison MacRay was now a very rich man; he and Cathy are perfectly happy in their bungalow. They took charge of The Divinity Club and held three large circles every week. The members of The Divinity Club were all highly educated and refined. It had been a long, long time before she ever saw Cresto and Ruth. At the club that night Addison and Cathy were overjoyed and surprised at once more seeing Cresto and Ruth. The club soon learned to understand Cresto by thought transference. “O Ruth, dear, why have you stayed away so long? My Doll!!”