and she grew more timid. She watched her fascinated
in church, on the street, whenever they were thrown together. But one
deep look from the dark eyes set her a-flush and rendered her
tongue-tied.

Mrs. Waldemar had paid scant attention to David before the advent of
Carol, except to follow his movements with her eyes in a way of which
he could not remain unconscious. But when Carol came, entered the
demon of mischief. Carol was young, Mrs. Waldemar was forty. Carol
was lovely, Mrs. Waldemar was only unusual. Carol was frank as the
sunshine, Mrs. Waldemar was mysterious. What woman on earth but might
wonder if the devoted groom were immune to luring eyes, and if that
lovely bride were jealous?

So she talked to him after church. She called him on the telephone for
directions in the Bible study she was taking up. She lounged in her
hammock as he returned home from pastoral calls, and stopped him for
little chats. David was her pastor, she was one of his flock.

But Carol screwed up her face before the mirror and frowned.

"David," she said to herself, when a glance from her window revealed
David leaning over Mrs. Waldemar's hammock half a block away, doubtless
in the scriptural act of explaining an intricate passage of Revelation
to the dark-eyed sheep,--"David is as good as an angel, and as innocent
as a baby. Two very good traits of course, but dangerous,
tre-men-dous-ly dangerous. Goodness and innocence make men wax in
women's hands." Carol, for all her youth, had acquired considerable
shrewdness in her life-time acquaintance with the intricacies of
parsonage life.

She looked from her window again. "There's the--the--the dark-eyed
Jezebel." She glanced fearfully about, to see if David might be near
enough to hear the word. What on earth would he think of the manse
lady calling one of his sheep a Jezebel? "Well, David," she said to
herself decidedly, "God gave you a wife for some purpose, and I'm slick
if I haven't much brains." And she shook a slender fist at her image
in the mirror and went back to setting the table.

David was talkative that evening. "You haven't seen much of Mrs.
Waldemar, have you, dear? People here don't think much Of her. She is
very advanced,--too advanced, of course. But she is very broad, and
kind. She is well educated, too, and for one who has had no training,
she grasps Bible truths in a most remarkable way. She has never had
the proper guidance, that's the w