he cured."

There was silence for an instant. And again, as he turned away from
her, Mr. Rhys broke out with the song, that Eleanor thought would break
her heart in twain this time,--

"How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
There's balm in Gilead--
To make the wounded whole.
There's power enough in Jesus
To save a sin-sick soul."

Eleanor had been the last one spoken to; the meeting soon was ended,
and she was on her way home. But so broken-spirited and humiliated that
she did not know what to do with herself. Could it be possible that she
was not _willing_--or that she wanted _faith_--or that there was some
secret corner of rebellion in her heart? It humbled her wonderfully to
think it. And yet she could not disprove the reasoning. God could not
be unfaithful; and if there were not somewhere on her part a failure to
meet the conditions, surely peace would have been made before now. And
she had thought herself all this while a subject for pity, not for
blame; nay, for blame indeed, but not in this regard. Her mouth was
stopped now. She rode home broken-hearted; would not see Mrs. Caxton at
supper; and spent the evening and much of the night in weeping and
self-searching. They were very downcast days that followed this day.
Mrs. Caxton looked at her anxiously sometimes; never interfered with
her.

Towards the end of the week there was preaching at Glanog, and the
family went as usual. Eleanor rode by herself, going and coming, and
held no communication with her aunt by the way. But late at night, some
time after Mrs. Caxton had gone to bed, a white-robed figure came into
her room and knelt down by the bedside.

"Is that you, Eleanor?"

"Aunt Caxton--it's all gone!"

"What?"

"My trouble. I came to tell you. It's all gone. I am so happy!"

"How is it, my dear child?"

"When Mr. Rhys was preaching to-night, it all came to me; I saw
everything clearly. I saw how Jesus loves sinners. I saw I had nothing
to do but to give myself to him, and he would do everything. I see how
sins are forgiven through his blood; and I trust in it, and I am sure
mine are; and I feel as if I had begun a new life, aunt Caxton!"

Eleanor's tears flowed like summer rain. Mrs. Caxton rose up and put
her arms round her.

"The Lord be praised!" she said. "I was waiting for this, Eleanor."

"Aunt Caxton, I had been trying and thinking to make myse