It　shrank　and　drooped　and　faded　in　its　barren　field；　and　seemed
  to
  cling　only　by　sufferance　to　the　edge　of　the　splendid　city。
  〃This；〃　said　the　Keeper　of　the　Gate；　standing　still　and　speaking
  with
  a　low；　distinct　voice〃this　is　your　mansion；　John　Weightman。〃
  An　almost　intolerable　shock　of　grieved　wonder　and　indignation
  choked　the　man　for　a　moment　so　that　he　could　not　say　a　word。
  Then　he　turned　his　face　away　from　the　poor　little　hut
  and　began　to　remonstrate　eagerly　with　his　companion。
  〃Surely；　sir；〃　he　stammered；　〃you　must　be　in　error　about　this。
  There　is　something　wrongsome　other　John　Weightmana　confusion
  of　namesthe　book　must　be　mistaken。〃
  〃There　is　no　mistake；〃　said　the　Keeper　of　the　Gate；　very　calmly；
  〃here　is　your　name；　the　record　of　your　title　and　your　possessions
  in　this　place。〃
  〃But　how　could　such　a　house　be　prepared　for　me；〃　cried　the　man；
  with　a　resentful　tremor　in　his　voice〃for　me；　after　my
  long　and　faithful　service？　　Is　this　a　suitable　mansion　for
  one　so　well　known　and　devoted？　　Why　is　it　so　pitifully　small　and
  mean？
  Why　have　you　not　built　it　large　and　fair；　like　the　others？〃
  〃That　is　all　the　material　you　sent　us。〃
  〃What！〃
  〃We　have　used　all　the　material　that　you　sent　us；〃　repeated　the
  Keeper　of　the　Gate。
  〃Now　I　know　that　you　are　mistaken；〃　cried　the　man；　with　growing
  earnestness；　〃for　all　my　life　long　I　have　been　doing　things　that
  must　have　supplied　you　with　material。　　Have　you　not　heard　that
  I　have　built　a　school…house；　the　wing　of　a　hospital；　twoyes；
  threesmall　churches；　and　the　greater　part　of　a　large　one；
  the　spire　of　St。　Petro〃
  The　Keeper　of　the　Gate　lifted　his　hand。
  〃Wait；〃　he　said；　〃we　know　all　these　things。　　They　were　not　ill
  done。
  But　they　were　all　marked　and　used　as　foundation　for　the　name　and
  mansion　of
  John　Weightman　in　the　world。　　Did　you　not　plan　them　for　that？〃
  〃Yes；〃　answered　the　man；　confused　and　taken　aback；　〃I　confess
  that
  I　thought　often　of　them　in　that　way。　　Perhaps　my　heart　was
  set　upon　that　too　much。　　But　there　are　other　thingsmy　endowment
  for
  the　collegemy　steady　and　liberal　contributions　to　all　the
  established　charitiesmy　support　of　every　respectable〃
  〃Wait；〃　said　the　Keeper　of　the　Gate　again。　　〃Were　not　all　these
  carefully　recorded　on　earth　where　they　would　add　to　your　credit？
  They　were　not　foolishly　done。　　Verily；　you　have　had　your　reward
  for　them。
  Would　you　be　paid　twice？〃
  〃No；〃　cried　the　man；　with　deepening　dismay；　〃I　dare　not　claim
  that。
  I　acknowledge　that　I　considered　my　own　interest　too　much。　　But
  surely
  not　altogether。　　You　have　said　that　these　things　were　not
  foolishly　done。
  They　accomplished　some　good　in　the　world。　　Does　not　that　count
  for　something？〃
  〃Yes；〃　answered　he　Keeper　of　the　Gate；　〃it　counts　in　the
  worldwhere　you
  counted　it。　　But　it　does　not　belong　to　you　here。　　We　have　saved
  and　used
  everything　that　you　sent　us。　　This　is　the　mansion　prepared　for
  you。〃
  As　he　spoke；　his　look　grew　deeper　and　more　searching；　like　a
  flame　of　fire。
  John　Weightman　could　not　endure　it。　　It　seemed　to　strip　him　naked
  and　wither　him。　　He　sank　to　the　ground　under　a　crushing　weight　of
  shame；
  covering　his　eyes　with　his　hands　and　cowering　face　downward
  upon　the　stones。　　Dimly　through　the　trouble　of　his　mind　he　felt
  their
  hardness　and　coldness。
  〃Tell　me；　then；〃　he　cried；　brokenly；　〃since　my　life　has　been　so
  little　worth；　how　came　I　here　at　all？〃
  〃Through　the　mercy　of　the　King〃the　answer　was　like　the　soft
  tolling　of
  a　bell。
  〃And　how　have　I　earned　it？〃　he　murmured。
  〃It　is　never　earned；　it　is　only　given；〃　came　the　clear；　low
  reply。
  〃But　how　have　I　failed　so　wretchedly；〃　he　asked；　〃in　all　the
  purpose　of
  my　life？　　What　could　I　have　done　better？　　What　is　it　that　counts
  here？〃
  〃Only　that　which　is　truly　given；〃　answered　the　bell…like　voice。
  Only　that　good　which　is　done　for　the　love　of　doing　it。
  Only　those　plans　in　which　the　welfare　of　others　is　the　master
  thought。
  Only　those　labors　in　which　the　sacrifice　is　greater　than　the
  reward。
  Only　those　gifts　in　which　the　giver　forgets　himself。〃
  The　man　lay　silent。　　A　great　weakness；　an　unspeakable　despondency
  and
  humiliation　were　upon　him。　　But　the　face　of　the　Keeper　of　the
  Gate　was
  infinitely　tender　as　he　bent　over　him。
  〃Think　again；　John　Weightman。　　Has　there　been　nothing　like　that
  in
  your　life？〃
  〃Nothing；〃　he　sighed。　　〃If　there　ever　were　such　things；　it　must
  have　been
  long　agothey　were　all　crowded　outI　have　forgotten　them。〃
  There　was　an　ineffable　smile　on　the　face　of　the　Keeper　of　the
  Gate；
  and　his　hand　made　the　sign　of　the　cross　over　the　bowed　head　as　he
  spoke　gently：
  〃These　are　the　things　that　the　King　never　forgets；　and　because
  there　were　a　few　of　them　in　your　life；　you　have　a　little　place
  here。〃
  The　sense　of　coldness　and　hardness　under　John　Weightman's　hands
  grew　sharper　and　more　distinct。　　The　feeling　of　bodily　weariness
  and
  lassitude　weighed　upon　him；　but　there　was　a　calm；　almost　a
  lightness；
  in　his　heart　as　he　listened　to　the　fading　vibrations　of　the
  silvery　bell…tones。　　The　chimney　clock　on　the　mantel　had　just
  ended
  the　last　stroke　of　seven　as　he　lifted　his　head　from　the　table。
  Thin；　pale　strips　of　the　city　morning　were　falling　into　the　room
  through
  the　narrow　partings　of　the　heavy　curtains。
  What　was　it　that　had　happened　to　him？　　Had　he　been　ill？　　Had　he
  died　and
  come　to　life　again？　　Or　had　he　only　slept；　and　had　his　soul　gone
  visiting
  in　dreams？　　He　sat　for　some　time；　motionless；　not　lost；　but
  finding　himself
  in　thought。　　Then　he　took　a　narrow　book　from　the　table　drawer；
  wrote　a　check；　and　tore　it　out。
  He　went　slowly　up　the　stairs；　knocked　very　softly　at　his　son's
  door；
  and；　hearing　no　answer；　entered　without　noise。　　Harold　was
  asleep；
  his　bare　arm　thrown　above　his　head；　and　his　eager　face　relaxed　in
  peace。
  His　father　looked　at　him　a　moment　with　strangely　shining　eyes；
  and　then　tiptoed　quietly　to　the　writing…desk；　found　a　pencil　and
  a　sheet　of　paper；　and　wrote　rapidly：
  〃My　dear　boy；　here　is　what　you　asked　me　for；　do　what　you　like
  with　it；
  and　ask　for　more　if　you　need　it。　　If　you　are　still　thinking　of
  that　work　with　Grenfell；　we'll　talk　it　over　to…day　after　church。
  I　want　to　know　your　heart　better；　and　if　I　have　made　mistakes〃
  A　slight　noise　made　him　turn　his　head。　　Harold　was　sitting　up　in
  bed
  with　wide…open　eyes。
  〃Father！〃　he　cried；　〃is　that　you？〃
  〃Yes；　my　son；〃　answered　John　Weightman；　〃I've　come　backI　mean
  I've　come　upno；　I　mean　come　inwell；　here　I　am；
  and　God　give　us　a　good　Christmas　together。〃
  End