the key turn in the lock, and a bolt slide.  Maria stood perfectly still.  A light from a lamp which was being carried by some one, flitted like a will-o’-the-wisp over the yard, and the parlor windows became dark.  Then a broad light shone out from the front chamber windows through the drawn white shade, and lay in a square on the grass of the yard.  The cat which had been put out rubbed against Maria’s feet.  She caught up the little animal and kissed it.  Then she put it down gently, and hurried back to the station.  She thought of Rosa Blair, and an intense longing came over her.  She seemed to suddenly sense the highest quality of love:  that which realizes the need of another, rather than one’s own.  The poor little dwarf seemed the very child of her heart.  She looked up at the stars shining through the plumy foliage of the trees, and thought how many of them might owe their glory to the radiance of unknown suns, and it seemed to her that her own soul lighted her path by its reflection of the love of God.  She thought that it might be so with all souls which were faced towards God, and that which is above and beyond, and it was worth more than anything else in the whole world.

She questioned no longer the right or wrong of what she had done, as she hurried on and reached the little Amity station in time for the last train.

THE END