On that triumphant note they took their departure, Mrs. Gaylord westward bound, the Wylies to New England; but, owing to a defective timepiece, both missed their trains. Within an hour, Mrs. Wylie telephoned me that her mother had caught—by the narrowest margin—a later train, hoping to secure sleeping-accommodation after leaving, a dubious venture in these days of diminished service and crowded trains. We arranged to dine and spend the evening together. Afterward, it occurred to me that Frederick might prefer to be with his mother that night, and I asked Mary K. about it. “Frederick has engaged his mother in (O) ...” “What does that mean now?” I interrupted. “Bliss?” “Yes ... and will come here to-night to see the others.” III Like the rest of the family, Mrs. Wylie feared the effect of the Western visit upon her mother’s new-found tranquillity of spirit, and she was also uneasy lest Mrs. Gaylord had been unable to secure Pullman accommodations. “Mother is all right and happy,” Frederick told us, in the evening. “She is still reading her precious book”—a copy of his earlier interviews, which she carried with her. Some one asked whether he meant that her general condition was “all right,” or that she was “all right” on the train. “On the train. She’s blissful!” This was verified a day or two later by a letter from Mrs. Gaylord, in which she said: “I came away filled with strength and calm and joy.” She also mentioned casually that she had found a vacant section on the train, and traveled comfortably. “How does purpose combat forces of evil?” Mr. Wylie asked. “It is done by overpowering them, as the sun dispels mist, separating them into smaller particles or units. And when that is impossible, by driving them like clouds before a high wind. They work for evil, but can be separated sometimes from the mass and united with constructive forces. Only small fragments of the main forces can be so converted, at present. Mostly we rout them.” “Does an evil soul lose personality?” his sister questioned. “Is it absorbed, or broken into fragments?”