air long before it came. But I couldn't warn Roger.
I just had to let him find out. I wasn't there when the blow fell; but
I'll tell you this, that Roger may have been a quixotic idiot in the
eyes of the world, but if he failed it was because he was a dreamer,
and an idealist, not a coward and a shirk." Her eyes were blazing.
"Oh, if you could hear what some people said of him, Mary."

Mary could fancy what they had said.

"Oh, Cousin Patty, Cousin Patty," she cried, "Do you think he will ever
forgive me? I have let such people talk to me, and I have listened!"

CHAPTER XXII

_In Which the Garden Begins to Bloom; and in Which Roger Dreams._

March, which brings to the North sharp winds and gray days, brings to
the sand-hill country its season of greatest beauty.

Straight up from the unpromising soil springs the green--the pines bud
and blossom, everywhere there is the delicate tracery of pale leafage,
there is the white of dogwood, the pink of peach trees and of apple
bloom, and again the white of cherry trees and of bridal bush. There
are amethystine vistas, and emerald vistas, and vistas of rose and
saffron--the cardinals burn with a red flame in the magnolias, the
mocking-birds sing in the moonlight.

It was through the awakened world that Roger drove one Sunday to preach
to his people.

He did not call it preaching. As yet his humility gave it no such
important name. He simply went into the sand-hills and talked to those
who were eager to hear. Beginning with the boy, he had found that
these thirsty souls drank at any spring. The boys listened breathless
to his tales of chivalry, the men to his tales of what other men had
achieved, the women were reached by stories of what their children
might be, and the children rose to his bait of fairy books and of
colored pictures.

Gradually he had gone beyond the tales of chivalry and the achievements
of men. Gradually he had brought them up and up. Other men had
preached to them, but their preaching had not been linked with lessons
of living. Others had cried, "Repent," but not one of them had laid
emphasis on the fact that repentance was evidenced by the life which
followed.

But Roger stood among them, his young face grave, his wonderful voice
persuasive, and told them what it meant to be--saved. Planting hope
first in their hearts, he led them toward the Christ-ideal. Manhood,
he said, at its best was godlike; one must have purity, ener