Harmon believed that he had never met a more charming girl.  As he sat in his own room late that night, and thought over the strange events of the evening, a picture of Glen’s face was ever before his mind.  It banished his care and weariness, and as he recalled the kiss she had given him, a smile illumined his face, and for a time Andrew Harmon was young again.  Once more the fire of youth was kindled within him, and a vision of one fair face he had known years ago stood out clear and distinct, a face he had always cherished in his heart, the only real passion for a noble woman he had ever known. . . .

Two weeks later Glen and Reynolds stood upon the bow of the Empress of China as she headed out to sea.  It was early evening, and the glow of the departing sun shed its soft and rosy-tinted light upon the rippling water.  They had been quietly married that afternoon in one of the city churches, and Redmond and Harmon had accompanied them to the steamer.  They did not need a clamoring crowd to bid them farewell, as they were all-sufficient to each other.  So as they stood there in the deepening twilight, they faced the eastern sky, all glorious with the light of the vanished sun.

“How beautiful!” Reynolds murmured, for his soul was stirred at the sight, and his heart overflowing with love and happiness.  “It lies right before us, does it not, sweetheart?  Perhaps it is a token of the joy that lies ahead.”

“Only in a way,” and Glen gave a sigh of contentment, as her hand stole gently into his.  “That light will shortly fade, and it will be dark over there.  But to us the light leading us on must never fade, for the future must be always bright with the glory of a love that never dies.”

“You are right, darling,” and Reynolds pressed her hand more firmly, and drew her closer.  “No matter what happens the light of love shall always surround us and glorify the future.  Oh, what happiness is ours!  How much life holds in store for us!”

Glen’s only reply was the lifting of her happy face to his and nestling closer to his side.  And there they silently stood, lost to all around them, facing with the zest of youth and love the mighty Pacific, and at the same time the far greater and more mysterious ocean of life, with all its joys and sorrows, its seasons of tempests, and its days of calm and sunshine.