ucked in by Antony's side, she never
suffered her heart to fail her.

Not even then; for Peter had to discuss the visit and the visitor, and
he did so with an interest that astonished Yanna, for she was not
aware that her father regarded Rose, not only as an hereditary Van
Hoosen, but also as a future daughter-in-law. Afterwards he had to
tell Yanna about the horse, and the man who had the horse to sell. "No
created creatures," he said, "are so eulogized as horses are by their
owners. And when a man has a horse to sell, you would think, Yanna,
that horse flesh was better than human nature. However, I bought the
animal, and as Antony says, if it is half as good as warranted, I have
bought a horse with which I can live happy ever after."

In such homelike confidence the hours passed, until at length the
moment came which released Yanna from her self-imposed repression and
her gracious office of happiness-maker. She had not grudged the
effort, and she had not missed the strength and consolation which any
healthy self-denial imparts. "Your merry heart goes all the day." Yes,
and this truth came from one who knew how much a merry heart may have
to carry. But once within her own room she let all go--all her
heartache, all her wounded love, and wounded self-esteem. She had
hoped, she had surely thought, that Harry would come again; and all
that day her ear and eyes had been on the watch.

Yes, it had been--

"From rosy morn to evening grey
A waiting day; a day of fear,
Of listening for a footfall dear,
That came not."

The watch was over; and she was so weary that she could not weep nor
think nor pray. She could only send one tired hope upward, whose whole
plea was--

"_Because_ I pray not, seek not, give Thou heed."

Now Yanna was built silently on her trust in God, and on the strength
of her day's work. Hitherto, her trust in God had been very like that
of a child who takes its father's love as easily and carelessly as its
daily bread. But her disappointment in Harry had made her cling to the
Never-Failing One with more intelligent reliance. Certainly the loss
of confidence in her lover and his palpable shortcoming had left her
shaken to her inmost being; but she was still erect. No dropping of
daily duty! No folding of her hands to weep! No enervating luxury of
self-pity troubled this girl, whose feet stood on the rock of Eternal
Love, and who had the healthy habit of her ancestors--a frank,
unconscious