"I took those letters, R.I.P., to impose a solemn obligation upon me,"
continued the Doctor. "The Service was at length restored, and I felt
sure that if it were used his soul would rest in peace. That is why we
have it here every Easter Sunday. It has become, in fact, quite a
tradition of the cathedral, which I hope no future organist will ever
depart from. The apparition has never since appeared, so I take it that
was evidently the wish expressed, and the reason why the old man's ghost
for so many years haunted the scene of his former labours."
* * * * *
This story is finished. I leave it just as the Doctor related it. Do I
believe it? Undoubtedly I do, but all explanation I leave as impossible.
Perhaps some day we shall know better the relation existing between the
material world and the unknown. At present the subject is best left
alone. Facts we must accept, our imperfect knowledge prevents their
explanation.
JOHN GRAEME.
THE ONLY SON OF HIS MOTHER.
BY LETITIA MCCLINTOCK.
"Dear Mrs. Archer, be consoled; I promise to stand by Henry as if he
were my brother. Indeed, I look upon him quite as my brother, having no
near ties of my own."
"God bless you for the promise," said Mrs.
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