rica was to be at war or peace, the small incident of a girl's change
of church was soon forgotten. It was not a rare occurrence, and only
remarkable because, as Schmidt said to Gainor Wynne somewhat later, it
proved what a convincing preacher is anger.

Mistress Wynne had come home from Boston after a week's travel, and
being tired, went to bed and decided to have a doctor, with Chovet for
choice, because Rush had little gossip. She was amply fed with it,
including the talk about the change of dress and the lottery. So good
was the effect that, on the doctor's departure, she threw his pills out
of the window, and putting on pattens, took her cane and went away
through the slush to see Margaret. On the way many things passed through
her mind, but most of all she remembered the spiritual struggles of her
own young days, when she, too, had broken with Friends.

And now when she met Margaret in the hall, it was not the girl who wept
most, as Gainor cried to Schmidt to go and not mock at two women in
tears no man could understand.

"Ah," cried Schmidt, obediently disappearing, "he who shall explicate
the tears of women shall be crowned by the seraphs." Thus he saw Gainor
in her tender mood, such as made her to be forgiven much else of men and
of angels. She comforted the girl, and over the sad story of the stays
and garters she laughed--not then, but in very luxury of unfettered
mirth on her homeward way.

He who got the largest satisfaction out of poor Margaret's troubles was
Josiah Langstroth, as he reflected how for the first time in his life he
had made Mary Swanwick angry, had stirred up Friends, and at last had
left the Presbyterian ministers of the trustees of Princeton College in
a hopeless quandary. If the owner of the prize in their lottery would
not take it, to whom did it belong? And so at last it was left in Miss
Swanwick's name in the new bank Hamilton had founded, to await a use of
which as yet no man dreamed.

XI

When De Courval lost sight of the red city, and while the unusual warmth
of the winter weather was favoring their escape from the ice adrift on
the bay, the young man reflected that above all things it was wise to be
on good terms with his captain.

Accordingly, he said: "It is fit, sir, that you should advise me as to
Mr. Wynne's instructions. Have the kindness to read them. I have not
done so."

Much gratified, the captain took the paper. "Hum!" he exclaimed, "to
reach Port au P