ined out the

"Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom one in three we know--"

on through its verses to its final invocation of the

"Supreme, essential One, adored
In co-eternal Three."

"The Lord bless you, child, and make His sun to shine upon you," he
said as the last note died away, while Teether chuckled and nozzled at
Mother Mayberry's shoulder. "I must go on back to sit with Mrs. Bostick
and will deposit this treasure with Sister Mayberry," he added with a
smile as he handed the bouquet-hat over the gate.

"Susie, can't you take Teether over to your Aunt Prissy and tell her
that Mother says please give him his milk right away, for it's past
time, and she will come in a few minutes?" asked the singer lady, as
she handed the reluctant baby to the small girl at her side.

"Milk, thank ma'am, please," demanded Martin Luther quickly, having no
intention of being left out of any lactic deal.

"Run ask Cindy," answered Mother Mayberry, as she started him up the
front walk, and came on more slowly with Miss Wingate at her side. In
her soul she was realizing fully the influence the lovely woman had
thrown over the hearts of the simple Providence folk and the greatness
of her own nature was making her understand something of the loss to
those of the outer world whom the great singer would be no longer able
to call within the spell of her wonderful voice.

"Honey-bird," she said gently, as she drew the girl to the end of the
porch where the wistaria vine, a whispering maple and the crimson
rambler shut them in from the eyes of all the world save the spirit of
Providence Nob, which brooded down over them in a wisp of cloud across
its sun-reddened top, "here's the place and time and heart strength to
tell you that your Lord have laid the hand of affliction on you heavy
and have tooken back from you the beautiful voice He gave you to use
for a time. I'm a-praying for you to be able to say His will be done."

For one instant the singer woman went white to the eyes and swayed back
against the vine, then she asked huskily, "Did HE say so?"

"Yes," answered the Doctor's mother gently with her deep eyes looking
into the girl's very soul. "Them treatments was operations and they is
all he dares to make for fear of your losing the speaking voice what
you have got so beautiful. If they is any love and pity in my heart
after I have stopped giving it to you I'm going to pour some out on Tom
Mayberry, for when a