worldly frame of mind she sat in the house of God this day,
undoubtedly they would present her case for "discipline," and even,
perhaps, "set her back." But all the while that she tried to fight back
the enemy of her soul, who thus subtly beset her with temptation to
sin, she felt the utter uselessness of her struggle with herself. For
even when she did succeed in forcing her attention upon some of the
hymns, it was in whimsical and persistent terms of the teacher that she
considered them. How was it possible, she wondered, for him, or any
unconverted soul, to hear, without being moved to "give himself up,"
such lines as these:

"He washed them all to make them clean,
But Judas still was full of sin.
May none of us, like Judas, sell
Our Lord for gold, and go to hell!"

And these:

"O man, remember, thou must die;
The sentence is for you and I.
Where shall we be, or will we go,
When we must leave this world below?"

In the same moment that Tillie was wondering how a "Truth-Seeker" would
feel under these searching words, she felt herself condemned by them
for her wandering attention.

The young girl's feelings toward the stranger at this present stage of
their evolution were not, like those of Amanda and Rebecca, the mere
instinctive feminine craving for masculine admiration. She did not
think of herself in relation to him at all. A great hunger possessed
her to know him--all his thoughts, his emotions, the depths and the
heights of him; she did not long, or even wish, that he might know and
admire HER.

The three-mile drive home from church seemed to Tillie, sitting in the
high, old-fashioned buggy at her aunt's side, an endless journey. Never
had old Dolly traveled so deliberately or with more frequent dead stops
in the road to meditate upon her long-past youth. Mrs. Wackernagel's
ineffectual slaps of the reins upon the back of the decrepit animal
inspired in Tillie an inhuman longing to seize the whip and lash the
feeble beast into a swift pace. The girl felt appalled at her own
feelings, so novel and inexplicable they seemed to her. Whether there
was more of ecstasy or torture in them, she hardly knew.

Immediately after dinner the teacher went out and did not turn up again
until evening, when he retired immediately to the seclusion of his own
room.

The mystification of the family at this unaccountably unsocial
behavior, their curiosity as to where he had been, the