She was not of the Catholic faith,--she was truly of no faith at all save that which is taught by Science, which like a door opened in heaven shows all the wonders within,--but her keen sense of the beautiful was stirred by the solemn peace of the shut Tabernacle with the Cross above it, and the great lilies bending under their own weight of loveliness and fragrance on either side.
"It is the Symbol of a great Truth which is true for all time"-- she thought, as she clasped her hands in an attitude of prayer--"And how sad and strange it is to feel that there are thousands among its best-intentioned worshippers and priests who have not discovered its mystic meaning.

The God in Man, born of purity in woman! Is it only in the Golden City that they know ?" She raised her eyes in half unconscious appeal--and, as she did so, a brilliant Ray of light flashed downward from the summit of the Cross which surmounted the Altar, and remained extended slantwise towards her.

She saw it,--and waited expectantly.

Close to her ears a Voice spoke with extreme softness, yet very distinctly.
"Can you hear me ?" "Yes," she replied at once, with equal softness.
"Then, listen! I have a message for you!" And Morgana listened,--listened intently,--the sapphire hue of the Ray lighting her gold hair, as she knelt, absorbed.

What she heard filled her with a certain dread; and a tremor of premonition, like the darkness preceding storm, shook her nerves.