“The most prominent citizen of the state, ex-united states senator and
   ex-Governor, judge Lee Sands of Sands landing, while temporarily insane
   from the loss of his fortune and millions of the funds for which he was
   trustee, cut the throat of his invalid wife, his daughter’s, and then
   his own.  All three died instantly.”

In another column: 

   “Robert Brownley creates the most disastrous panic in the history of
   wall street and spreads wreck and ruin throughout the country.”

A hideous picture seared its every light and shade on my mind, through my heart, into all my soul.  A frenzied-finance harvest scene with its gory crop; in the centre one living-dead, part of the picture, yet the ghost left to haunt the painters, one of whom was already cowering before the black and bloody canvas.

Well did the word-artist who wrote over the door of the madhouse, “Man can suffer only to the limit, then he shall know peace,” understand the wondrous wisdom of his God.  Beulah Sands had gone beyond her limit and was at peace.

The awful groaning stopped and an ashen pallor spread over Bob Brownley’s face.  Before I could catch him he rolled backward upon the floor as dead.  Bob Brownley, too, had gone beyond his limit.  I bent over him and lifted his head, while the sweet woman-child knelt and covered his face with kisses, calling in a voice like that of a tiny girl speaking to her doll, “Bob, my Bob, wake up, wake up; your Beulah wants you.”  As I placed my hand upon Bob’s heart and felt its beats grow stronger, as I listened to Beulah Sands’s childish voice, joyously confident, as it called upon the one thing left of her old world, some of my terror passed.  In its place came a great mellowing sense of God’s marvellous wisdom.  I thought gratefully of my mother’s always ready argument that the law of all laws, of God and nature, is that of compensation.  I had allowed Bob’s head to sink until it rested in Beulah’s lap, and from his calm and steady breathing I could see that he had safely passed a crisis, that at least he was not in the clutches of death, as I had at first feared.