There she stood--the bright light from the hall lamp falling full upon her head and the ruddy glow of the fire illuminating her face. Nan caught up her father's hand, for she felt him suddenly shrink and falter. The little figure in the doorway neither stirred or moved. For an instant there was perfect silence in the room, and then Nan saw her father stride forward with a look of the most wonderful happiness upon his face, and heard him utter one word in a tone that set her heart to beating. "Bell!" And somehow then she knew it all. In one brief flash she read the whole story, and she saw that it was to be completed at last, and that the loss she had feared she would not know at all, but something infinitely happier and more sweet. THE END