Dr. Abbott's faithful Jim was waiting, ready for a long trip into the country, when Miss Farwell reached the physician's home. Harry himself, dressed for the drive, met her at the door. "You were just answering a call," said the nurse. "I will not keep you, Doctor." "Not answering a call, just making a visit," he said, "and there is no need at all for me to hurry, Miss Farwell." He led her to the library. "I came to tell you good-bye," she said. "I could not go away without thanking you, Dr. Abbott, for all your kindness to me." The strong hands of the physician, so firm and sure in their professional duties, trembled, as the man placed his hat and gloves on the table. "To tell me 'good-bye,'" he repeated blankly. "Yes," she answered, "I cannot remain longer in Corinth." Harry's face flushed. "Miss Farwell you do not know how sorry I am for my failure to--" She interrupted, "Please don't Doctor. I know how you have tried," her eyes filled, "and I know all that you have done. You understand it has been for Grace--" she paused. "Grace will go with me. I am sure Dr. Miles will find her a place in the hospital." "Yes," he said, "I understand. I will--will see you again some day, Miss Farwell." "I shall never return to Corinth, Doctor," she answered with a shudder. "If you come to the city, though, I shall always be glad to see you." The words were as frank as from one man to another. Harry was thinking of his friend, the minister, of the meeting in the night, and Dan's plea to be taken to the doctor's home, where he had remained until late the evening before he left for the church convention. Why was she leaving Corinth while Dan was away attending the convention? Did she know that he was gone? What did it all mean? Could it be--! He started from his chair. "I may see you again, then? You will be glad to see me, Miss Farwell? Hope--tell me, surely you know what I would say! I would have said it long ago but you would not let me. Tell me if there is any chance for me--ever?" She had risen to her feet and into her face there came a look of tender sadness. She did not turn away, and the man, looking into those gray eyes, knew that she spoke truly when she said, "I am sorry, Dr. Abbott, oh so sorry! No, there can never be, for you more than my regard and friendship." Her voice trembled. "I know how it hurts because for me--for us--too, there is no chance." Then Harry Abbott understood. She left him in the library. Outside she paused a moment to bestow a good-bye caress upon the doctor's horse and then she quickly went away. Other helpers have now taken the place of the faithful old Mam Liz and Uncle George, for these true souls have gone to the Master of all who truly serve. But the big house for Dr. Harry is still empty when he returns from his long drives; empty save for his dreams.