Chapter 42 KNITTING UP THE THREADS.

Day unto day her dainty hands

Make life's soil'd temples clean,

And there's a wake of glory where

Her spirit pure hath been.

At midnight through that shadow land

Her living face doth gleam,

The dying kiss her shadow, and

The dead smile in her dream.

Gerald Massey.

A little later, Jean, honest woman, suffered an electric s