“O, Dawn, let us work for this, and though we may never see it in our life, we shall have the consolation and happiness of knowing that we had a part in the beginning.”

“And the beginning is the noblest part, because the least appreciated.  The ball in motion will have many following it, but the starting must be done by one or two.”

Their conversation was here interrupted by the announcement of a visitor, who proved to be Miss Weston, whom Dawn was delighted to see.

“I had a singular feeling,” she said, to Dawn “as I came up the steps of the portico, what do you suppose it was?”

“I am not clairvoyant to-day.  Be kind enough to tell me.”

“I felt as though I was coming to a home, one which I should never wish to leave.”

“And you need not, so long as you can be happy with me.  I have long needed some one like yourself to help me.  Will you stay?”

“Dawn, may I?”

“Nothing would give me more happiness, because you have come in this way; of your own spontaniety-simply gravitated to my life-and when the exhaustion of our mental and vital forces demands our separation we will part, and consider that as natural and agreeable to each as our present coming together.”

“O, if these principles could be understood and lived out, how happy, how natural we all should be; and happy because natural.”

“The world is slowly coming to an understanding of them, and you and I may help its advance by living what we feel to be true lives.”

“Dawn, you are life and light to every one, I shall stay here the rest of my life.”

With the clasp of true friendship about them, they lived and worked together.  Winter came, and they sat at evening by the fire-side and talked of the past, and the golden future for mankind.  The textures of their lives were fast weaving into one web of interest.  Dawn’s excess of spiritual life flowed into Edith’s, who never forgot the hour upon the seashore, and the awakening there of her spiritual trust.

Miss Weston proved to be one of those household angels who see things to do, and seeing, perform.  Silently she slipped into her sphere of usefulness, and became Dawn’s helper in the thousand ways which a woman of tact and delicacy can ever be.

Silently the pines waved over the graves of Florence and her children.  The snow of many winters fell on their tasselled boughs, while her husband learned through the beautiful philosophy, that our loved ones find death no barrier to the affections.  Gradually he learned the great lesson of patience, which must be inwrought in every soul-that all our experiences of life are necessary, and in divinest order; that everything which happens is a part of the great whole, and that none of the bitter could have been left out of his cup.  The unrest, produced by what he once considered his loss passed away, as the recognition of life’s perfect discipline flowed unto his vision.