lean, dark face
which he had once seen, with the purple scar above the eye-brow.

Mrs. Whiting put her arm protectingly about her sister.

"Are you--?" she questioned, hesitating strangely. "Are you the White
Horse Chaplain?"

"The boys called me that," said the Bishop. "Though it was only a name
for a day," he added.

"It was true, then?" she said slowly, as if still unready to believe.
"We never half believed our boys when they came home from the war--the
ones that did come home--and told about the white horse and the priest
riding the field. We thought it was one of the things men see when
they're fighting and dying."

Then Jeffrey Whiting came back into the room leading Ruth Lansing by
the hand.

The girl was shaking with cold and grief. The Bishop drew her over to
the fire.

"I must go now, child," he said. "To-morrow I must be in French
Village. Monday I will be here again.

"Our comrade is gone. Did you hear what he said to me, about you?"

The girl looked up slowly, searchingly into the Bishop's face, then
nodded her head.

"Then, we must think and pray, child, that we may know how to do what
he wanted us to do. God will show us what is the best. That is what he
wanted.

"God keep you brave now. Your friends here will see to everything for
you. I have to go now."

He crossed the room and laid his hand for a moment on the brow of the
dead man, renewing in his heart the promise he had made.

Then, with a hurried word to Mrs. Whiting that he would be back before
noon Monday, he went out to where Arsene and his horses were stamping
in the snow.

The little man had replaced the broken trace, and the ponies, fretting
with the cold and eager to get home, took hungrily to the trail.

But the Bishop forgot to practise his French further upon Arsene. He
told him briefly what had happened, then lapsed into silence.

Now the Bishop remembered what Tom Lansing had said about the girl.
She knew more now than he did. Not more than Tom Lansing knew now. But
more than Tom Lansing had known half an hour ago.

She would want to see the world. She would want to know life and ask
her own questions from life and the world. In the broad open space
between her eye-brows it was written that she would never take
anybody's word for the puzzles of the world. She was marked a seeker;
one of those who look unafraid into the face of life, and demand to
know what it means. They never find out. But, heart break or sparrow