"I will call in the morning." "You will come?" A strange abandoned distress was in her eyes, as of a child lost in crowded city ways. "Vesty!" She turned, chidden, but with a sort of wilful content. My heart bounded as I limped down the steps. I smiled to myself, safe in the dark, sardonically. Make what you will of it, with other men she was strong, womanly, serene; with me, she had the sweet grace to show weakness. The carriage bounded over the paving-stones and stopped at my hotel. The driver lifted his hat obsequiously. I, with sardonic smile, entered the hotel, where I was not unknown. No doubt was made as to the character of my apartments. I rested sumptuously, but could not sleep. "How was he now, who lay stricken yonder? Had he known her, or would those rare blue eyes be lifted to her too, unrecognizing, and so break her heart?" Eyes once seen, to haunt one, the handsomest in form and color and expression that I had ever seen in human head. Now I saw them again, as I had first seen them at the meeting in the Basin school-house; the firm, brown hand grasping the sailor's bonnet; eyes omnipotent with health and joy, casting their mischievous, beautiful glances over toward Vesty--she, patient, struggling, with her holy look! And the Basin wind blew in through the cracked windows, and a bird flew upward: "Softly through the storm of life, Clear above the whirlwind's cry"-- It all resolved itself into that at last; the human voice crying upward, shivering, like the bird's flight; but with sure aim now! I saw how it was at the first look at Vesty's face, when I called the next morning. Notely, waking once, had not known her among the group of doctors and attendants; only stared at her as one of them, kindly, vaguely. But, for the most part, he slept in weary bliss. Once, later, they thought her face had awakened some old memory. "The school-house--is growing--dark," he murmured, in indistinct, half-recovered speech, then fell off again into his soundless slumbers. The doctors knew. I knew. The mother read no hope. "He has so much to leave," she sobbed, turning ever to Vesty, who, numb with sorrow, yet tried to comfort her. So much to leave!--but who knows ever to how much going! Not so Mrs. Garrison. The bright way ended at this pass, in blank darkness. And Notely slept on, wearied, heedless; soft, luxurious trappings of life all about him; his reconciled young wife; his hope now of an heir for his name and fortune; the work he had struggled at last so unrestingly to do; and the dear, lost love of his youth, Vesty, bending over him. Leaving them, not able to be heedful, so deep-wrapped in unknown dreams. Waking once more and turning from them vaguely (ah, the sublime, unconscious contempt of death!); turning from them vaguely, as though in some far Basin the dawn were breaking! "Uncle Benny," said he, holding out his wasted hand, "the school-house is very dark--I'll go home now."