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The Summons

           Andifthere’sanythingIcandotohelpyouI’llbesoglad.”

           “Iknow.YouHAVEhelpedmealready.Nothingseemsquitesodreadfulnow.Goodnight,Anne.”

           “Goodnight,dear.”

           Annewalkedhomeveryslowlyinthemoonlight.Theeveninghadchangedsomethingforher.Lifeheldadifferentmeaning,adeeperpurpose.Onthesurfaceitwouldgoonjustthesame;butthedeepshadbeenstirred.ItmustnotbewithheraswithpoorbutterflyRuby.Whenshecametotheendofonelifeitmustnotbetofacethenextwiththeshrinkingterrorofsomethingwhollydifferentsomethingforwhichaccustomedthoughtandidealandaspirationhadunfittedher.Thelittlethingsoflife,sweetandexcellentintheirplace,mustnotbethethingslivedfor;thehighestmustbesoughtandfollowed;thelifeofheavenmustbebegunhereonearth.

           Thatgoodnightinthegardenwasforalltime.AnneneversawRubyinlifeagain.ThenextnighttheA.V.I.S.gaveafarewellpartytoJaneAndrewsbeforeherdeparturefortheWest.And,whilelightfeetdancedandbrighteyeslaughedandmerrytongueschattered,therecameasummonstoasoulinAvonleathatmightnotbedisregardedorevaded.ThenextmorningthewordwentfromhousetohousethatRubyGilliswasdead.Shehaddiedinhersleep,painlesslyandcalmly,andonherfacewasasmileasif,afterall,deathhadcomeasakindlyfriendtoleadheroverthethreshold,insteadofthegrislyphantomshehaddreaded.

           Mrs.RachelLyndesaidemphaticallyafterthefuneralthatRubyGilliswasthehandsomestcorpsesheeverlaideyeson.

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