o their eternal welfare. Many of the long words the
squatter did not understand, but she gathered enough to know how
necessary it was to obey the minister's commands. She glanced again at
the babe, with a worried pucker between her eyes. There was the same
stare, the same unmoving lips. But he was quiet, and Tessibel let him
lie.

"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy-laden--" rang forth the
powerful voice. It fell upon the red-haired girl and soothed her.

Tess knew that Teola would be expecting her, and that Frederick would
turn his face away when she presented the child for baptism, but no
cloud gathered into the downcast eyes, for Tessibel's faith had grown
since she knew that Myra's prayers had been answered. Had she not seen
the girl clasped in the arms of the fisherman, who had once said that he
hated her? Had she not seen the smile upon the dead lips which dripped
with lake water? Tessibel had never before been so confident in prayer,
and upon this beautiful Sunday morning, in the white light of day,
kneeling under the church window, she believed that God would give her
back the student--some time. She thought of the pain that would rest in
the proud dark eyes of the boy when he saw her; but she smiled, because
she knew that God lived, heard and answered the prayers of the
heavy-laden.

An anthem rolled up from the church choir, chanting out the love of
Christ, chanting His crucifixion and death for a dying world.

"Come unto me, come unto me," it sang, and "Come unto me," rose from the
lips of the squatter waiting to take the little human thing, with its
burden of sickness and death, to Dominie Graves, that he might petition
the Holy Ghost to take away its sin.

"Come unto me," again sang the choir. Then silence. Tess leaned nearer
the window. Dominie Graves read out the names of the babies to be
baptized that day.

A carriage rolled rapidly to the church door, and Deacon Hall,
accompanied by his wife, stepped to the pavement. The Deacon held a
bundle with long white draperies hanging from it. It was their new baby,
with lace upon its frock, going in to receive a blessing at the altar of
God. Tess peered down upon the little Dan, and pulled the coarse dress
closer about his chin. A violent wish born of the love she had for him
came into her heart. Oh, that she had one bit of lace, to make his skin
look less blue and the mouth less drawn! The wide eyes were still fixed
upon her, immovable and unbl