nty home.
The quick look she had given him in the court-room had impressed him as
nothing else could. He saw again the bright head thrown back in eager
appeal and the shining eyes filled with pain. How he wished that his own
faith in the Infinite had a touch of the strength which made that of
Tessibel stand alone by itself! Little did Frederick realize or know
that the intensity of the fishermaid, the wonderful faith and trust she
had exhibited in her time of trial and trouble, had come to her from
him. Every prayer Tessibel had uttered, every devout wish of her heart
for Daddy Skinner, had been vaguely centered about the student. Her love
for the Christ of whom she had heard so little was based upon the power
of attraction that Frederick Graves held for her.

Twice had he, unobserved, seen Tessibel through the hut window; and the
picture of the tired little figure with its drooping prayerful attitude
came back with a force that brought a great lump into his throat,
invigorating his desire to raise the standard of his own love for God's
words and promises.

His father's eloquent voice brought him back to the present and, as his
eyes fell upon Hopkins, he saw the nervous fingers twiddling the great
white wart and a smile forced itself to his lips.

Then he dragged his truant mind from outside subjects and concentrated
his attention upon the pulpit.

"In accordance with the creed of the church," the clergyman was saying,
"and of the laws under which our beloved congregation holds together, I
speak. It is with love for all I adjure you this night. When I say that
the subject of my talk will be upon duty you will not be surprised, for
you, one and all, know what I mean. I shall ask the sisters in the
church not to rise again to speak. If they desire church work there are
the poor, the blind, and always the needy. By needy I mean those
desiring the faith of God and yet being unable to grasp it without help.
To the dear sisters of the congregation I commend all these." He made no
allusion to the division of the men and women, nor to the sermon of the
past Sunday.

After the hymn he sat down, bowing his handsome dark head quietly, and
remaining mute in the dismal silence that followed. Suddenly an elderly
woman with a meek face struggled to her feet, glancing toward Augusta
Hall for an encouraging smile. Several trimmed hats however loomed up
between her and the deacon's wife, so still standing she lowered her
eyes and b