ned this infant as yet,"
interrupted Hector. "See, it has the eyes of Jeanne,--it has--"

"It is a darling!" said Josephine gently, and stroked the somewhat
scanty hair of the heiress of the Fournier estates.

In some way, a moment later, they were apart from the protestations
of the fond parents. They found themselves alone, in the special
apartment reserved for guests of distinction. An awkward moment
ensued. Josephine was first to break the silence. Dunwody could
only sit and look at her, devouring each line, each little
remembered gesture of her. Yes, it was she--a little older and
graver and thinner, yes. But it was she.

"I was talking with Jeanne this very morning," she said. "She was
telling me some story that you have been unfortunate--that there
have been--that is to say--political changes--"

He nodded, "Yes. Perhaps you know I have lost my place with my
people here? I am done for, politically."

He continued, smiling; "Just to show you the extent of my downfall,
I have heard that they are intending to tar and feather me
to-night,--perhaps to give me a ride upon a rail! That is the form
of entertainment which in the West hitherto has generally been
reserved for horse-thieves, unwelcome revivalists, and that sort of
thing. Not that it terrifies me. The meeting is going to be held!"

"Then it is true that you are to speak here to-night--and to uphold
doctrines precisely the reverse of what--"

"Yes, that is true." He spoke very quietly.

"I had not thought that possible," she said gently.

"Of course," she added, "I have been in entire ignorance of alt
matters out here for a year past. I have been busy."

"Why should you follow the political fortunes of an obscure
Missourian?" he asked. "On the contrary, there is at least one
obscure Missourian who has followed yours. I have known pretty
much all you have been doing of late. Yes, you at least have been
busy!"

As usual, she hung on the main point. "But tell me!" she demanded
of him presently, a little added color coming into her cheeks. "Do
you mean to say to me that you really remember what we talked
about--that you really--"

He nodded, smiling. "Don't you remember we talked about faith, and
how to get hold of it? And I said I couldn't find it? Well, I
have no apologies and no explanations. All I have to say is that I
fought it out, threshed it all over, and then somehow, I don't know
how,--well, faith _came_ to me,--th