They went some little distance farther and then 'Linda stopped. "This is the place," she whispered. "The man I loved sleeps here." The arm on which Miss Carlaw leaned seemed to tremble, and she thought that the girl was weeping. "How very quiet it all is!" said Miss Carlaw in a hushed voice. "I can only hear the twitter of the birds and the rustle of the wind in the leaves. The people, where are the people? Has no one arrived yet? Please remember that I am blind, dear; you must be eyes for me?" "No; the people are not here; we are quite alone," said 'Linda. "But the statue; describe the statue to me." "It is a statue that only I can see," said 'Linda slowly; "ever since he died I have seen it towering to the very heavens, putting me to shame. It is the statue of a great and good man--a man so splendid in one purpose and one hope and one faith that all other men sink into nothingness beside him. And in the eyes--oh, can I ever forget them?--in the eyes there is a light of such love, such goodness, such forgiveness, that they burn forever into my soul, until I try to close my own to shut the light of them out." Miss Carlaw, wondering and trembling, made a sudden step forward and stumbled over something; she recoiled and caught 'Linda's arm. "What place is this?" she whispered. "That was a grave I stumbled upon. Where have you brought me?" "To the grave of the man I loved," said 'Linda, weeping. "There is no statue here--not even a headstone; no crowds come here to worship. The only wreath upon the grave is that of a few humble flowers twined by the hands of an old soldier who loved him. This is the grave of the man I loved--the grave of Comethup Willis." Miss Charlotte Carlaw began to tremble and her hands went up falteringly to her lips. "What is this? What do you mean? Why have you brought me here?" "To right a wrong--to tell an old, sad story that should have been told long since. Sit down here; it is a quiet place, wherein he wandered as a little child; he sleeps soundly now beside those who loved him. You thought that he was wild and reckless, that he spent your money shamefully, that he traded upon the fact that he might one day expect it all. Do you know on whom that money was spent?" "No, no; tell me," faltered the old woman.