At last there was no one left with the Guide but the two old
friends,
Doctor McLean and John Weightman. They were standing in front of
one of the largest and fairest of the houses, whose garden glowed
softly
with radiant flowers. The Guide laid his hand upon the doctor's
shoulder.
"This is for you," he said. "Go in; there is no more pain here,
no more death, nor sorrow, nor tears; for your old enemies are
all conquered. But all the good that you have done for others,
all the help that you have given, all the comfort that you have
brought,
all the strength and love that you have bestowed upon the
suffering,
are here; for we have built them all into this mansion for you."
The good man's face was lighted with a still joy. He clasped his
old friend's hand closely, and whispered: "How wonderful it is!
Go on, you will come to your mansion next, it is not far away,
and we shall see each other again soon, very soon."
So he went through the garden, and into the music within.
The Keeper of the Gate turned to John Weightman with level,
quiet,
searching eyes. Then he asked, gravely:
"Where do you wish me to lead you now?"
"To see my own mansion," answered the man, with half-concealed
excitement.
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