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the gathering of which Sardus had spoken, and as had
been intimated, he met many strange faces. Everywhere in the
conversation, serious topics seemed to be uppermost. The singing was
not as usual. The music, though always sweet, was sadder than ever
before, and a discord seemed to have crept into the even flow of life's
sweet strain. Homan had no desire to talk. He wandered from group to
group with a smile for all. Sardus was in a heated discussion with some
kindred spirits; but Homan did not join them. Under the beautiful
spread of the trees and by the fountains, sat and walked companies of
sons and daughters of God. Ah, they were fair to look upon, and
Homan wondered at the creations of the Father. No two were alike, yet
all bore an impress of the Creator, and each had an individual beauty of

his own.
Strolling into an arbor of vines, Homan, did not observe the fair
daughter seated there until he turned to leave; and then he saw her. She
seemed absorbed in thought, and her eyes rested on the shiftings
throngs.
"A sweet face, and a strange one," thought he, as he went up to her and
spoke:
"Sister, what are you thinking about?"
She turned and looked at him, and then a pleased smile overspread her
face.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Do, I beg of you. May I sit here?" He seated himself opposite.
"Yes, brother, sit. My thoughts had such a strange ending that I will tell
you what they were. I have been sitting here looking at these many
faces, both new and old, and studying their varied beauties; but none
seems to me to answer for my ideal. So I have been taking a little from
each face, putting all together to form another. I had just completed the
composition, and was looking admiringly at the new form when you
came and--and--"
"Drove away your picture. That I should not have done."
"No; it was not exactly that. It is so odd." She hesitated and turned
away her head. Then she looked up into his face again and said: "My
dream face seemed to blend with yours."
They looked at each other strangely.
"Do you often make dream pictures?" asked he.
"Yes, of late; but I sometimes think I should not."

"Why?"
"Because of them any great events that are taking place around us daily
which need our careful thought and consideration. I have been trying to
comprehend this great plan of our Father's in regards to us. I have asked
Mother many questions, and she has explained, but I cannot fully
understand--only, it all seems so wonderful, and our Father is so good
and great and wise;--but how could He be otherwise, having Himself
come up through the school of the eternities?"
Her words were music to Homan's ear. Her voice was soft and sweet.
"Yet it is very strange. To think that we shall forget all we know, and
that our memories will fail to recall this world at all."
"Yes, it is all strange to us, but it cannot be otherwise. You see, if we
knew all about what we really are and what our past has been, mortal
experiences would not be the test or the school that Father intends it to
be."
"That is true; but think of being shut out, even in our thoughts, from
this world. And then, I hear that down on earth there will be much sin
and misery, and a power to tempt and lead astray. O, if we can but
resist it, dear brother. What will this power be, do you know?"
"I have only my thoughts about it. I know nothing for a certainty; but
fear not, something will prompt us to the right, and we have this hope
that Father's Spirit will not forsake us. And above all, our Elder Brother
has been accepted as an offering for all the sins we may do. He will
come to us in purity, and with power to loose the bands of death. He
will bring to us Father's law whereby we may overcome the world and
its sin."
"You said the bands of death. What is death?"
"Death is simply the losing of our earthly tabernacles for a time. We
shall be separated from them, but the promise is that our Elder Brother
will be given power to raise them up again. With them again united, we

shall become even as our parents are now, eternal, perfected,
celestialized beings."
As they conversed, both faces shone with a soft, beautiful light. The joy
within was traced on their countenances, and for some time it was too
deep for words. Homan was drawn to this beautiful sister. All were
pleasing to his eye, but