But God won't let me divide the punishment for my sins with them.

I see my duty clear.

I must do it.

Bring the will at five o'clock." Hiram's eyes were closed; his voice sounded to Torrey as if it were the utterance of a mind far, far away--as far away as that other world which had seemed vividly real to Hiram all his life; it seemed real and near to Torrey, looking into his old friend's face.

"The power that's guiding him," Torrey said to himself, "is one I daren't dispute with." And he went away with noiseless step and with head reverently bent..