He tried to force his lips to say so, but they would not move.
"You and Mrs.Ranger," Hargrave went on, "have had a long life, full of the consciousness of useful work well done.

Your industry, your fitness for the just use of God's treasure, has been demonstrated, and He has made you stewards of much of it.

And now approaches the final test, the greatest test, of your fitness to do His work.

In His name, my old friend, what are you going to do with His treasure ?" Hiram Ranger's face lighted up.

The peace that was entering his soul lay upon the tragedy of his mental and physical suffering soft and serene and sweet as moonlight beautifying a ruin.