t! I don't know
_how_ I know it, but I _know_ it and that's enough for me! I don't boast
of being much of a Christian myself, but if I didn't know there was a
Christ I couldn't stand the life I have to live, nor the disappointments
that I've had."

There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but her eyes were shining when
she turned around.

"Say, I guess we're sort of relations, aren't we?" laughed Courtland,
holding out his hand. "You've described my feelings exactly."

She took the offered hand and gripped it warmly. "I knew you must be
different, somehow, when you went out to hunt for my patient so late at
night that way," she said.

Courtland went out presently, bringing back a second-hand man with whom
he made a quiet bargain that not even the nurse could hear, and the
surplus furniture was carted away. It was not long before the little
room was dismantled and empty.

They went together to a department store and purchased a charming little
bag with a lot of traveling accessories in plain compact form, light
enough for an invalid to carry. Courtland begged to be let in on the
gift, but the nurse was firm:

"This is my picnic, young man," she said. "You're doing enough! You
can't deny it! For pity's sake, wait till you know her better before
you try to do any more!"

"Do you think I'll ever know her any better?" laughed Courtland.

"If you have any sense you will!" snapped back the nurse, and waved a
grim but pleasant good-by as she took the trolley back to the hospital.

Wednesday night Courtland was on hand with his car in plenty of time to
take Bonnie and the nurse down to the station. He was almost startled at
the beauty of the girl as she came slowly down the steps. There were
certain little details of her costume that showed the hand of the nurse:
a soft white collar; a floating, sheltering veil, gathered up now about
the black sailor-hat; well-fitting gloves; shoes polished like new. All
these things made a difference and set off the girl's lovely face in its
white resignation to an almost unearthly beauty. He found himself
wanting to turn back often and look again as he drove his car through
the crowded evening streets. She looked so frail and sweet he could not
help thinking of Mother Marshall and how she would feel when she saw
her. Surely she could not help but take her to her heart! He felt a
certain pride in her, as if she were his sister. He was half sorry she
was going away. He would like to