Would you do so, John ?" "She is my mother.

A few words could not drive us apart.

She may come to you, you may go to her.

As to that, nothing is certain." "Except that your words are most uncertain and uncomforting, John." Then John rose and went to her side and whispered those little words, those simple words, those apparently meaningless, disconnected words which children and women love and understand so well.

And she wept a little and then smiled, and the wretched story was buried in love and pity--and perhaps the poor soul knew it! "You see, Jane, my dear one, the Unknown fulfills what we never dare to expect, so we will leave the door wide open for Faith and Hope." And as John said these words, he had a sudden clear remembrance of the empty loom and the fair little woman he had so often seen at work there.