urous hell; save her that
her sweet life might be a blessing to the great, big world beyond this
mountain, which she so much longs to see."

Jack felt much better--as does anyone after a faithful prayer. He felt
that his prayer had been answered already, and rose in great haste to
make his way back over the mountain to the bedside of Nora. He had not
seen her all day, had been afraid to see her lest he should find her
cold in death, but rather spent a great portion of the day in prayer for
her immediate relief. When he arrived at the cabin of Peter Judson the
flickering candle-light was still in the window, burning low. His heart
sank; it was emblematic of a low ebbing life. With bowed head and
unsteady step he went in. Old Rover, still lying quietly and silently on
the porch, did not rise at Wade's approach, but wagged his tail in
recognition. A death-like quiet pervaded the place, a solemn stillness
overspread the home, but he was encouraged to go on, with a feeling that
matters were improved.

Old Peter met him at the door, and to his anxious, questioning stare he
said: "She's much better; the danger is over."

"Thank God," came in broken whisper.

Wade sat down by the bedside and took the slender, pale hand in his own
strong one. For a moment no sound came from the lips of either of them,
they just looked into each other's eyes until the weaker ones became
mist-filled, and those strong, manly eyes of Jack Wade battled hard
against heavy odds just at that moment, but the tears were held firmly
back while he rubbed the hand which he held.

"I'm much better now, Jack." The voice was low and weak, but sweet and
serene. "Your presence is like good medicine. Why haven't you been by
before?"

Wade would not tell her that the balm came from God; therein he was
weak. His excuse was, however, satisfying to the tired and worn mind,
and strength to the wasted frame. She looked up into his face sweetly.

"You look so tired and worn, Jack," she said, "have you been worrying a
great deal?"

"I have worried much, dear girl, on your account. Now that you are
better, I will not look worried any more."

"Have you encountered any trouble lately, has your life been
threatened?"

"It has not. All has been peace and quiet without; the turbulence has
been within only. I do not have fears for anything as regards the power
or will of man. We must not talk of those things just now. When you are
stronger I have much to tell you."