window to the panorama of shimmering river and green forests.

"It is hard to say good-by to all that, Father," he said. "But, if
you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it. I'm not afraid of
it. And why be unhappy because one has only a little while to
live? Looking back over your life, does it seem so very long ago
that you were a boy, a small boy?"

"The time has gone swiftly, very swiftly."

"It seems only yesterday--or so?"

"Yes, only yesterday--or so."

Kent's face lit up with the whimsical smile that long ago had
reached the little missioner's heart. "Well, that's the way I'm
looking at it, Father. There is only a yesterday, a today, and a
tomorrow in the longest of our lives. Looking back from seventy
years isn't much different from looking back from thirty-six WHEN
you're looking back and not ahead. Do you think what I have just
said will free Sandy McTrigger?"

"There is no doubt. Your statements have been accepted as a death-
bed confession."

The little missioner, instead of Kent, was betraying a bit of
nervousness.

"There are matters, my son--some few matters--which you will want
attended to. Shall we not talk about them?"