used that name when she loved him
most. "The look of heaven" was strong on his face now.

"One," said the recording secretary.

"Jesus wept," answered Leon promptly.

There was not a sound in the church. You could almost hear the
butterflies pass. Father looked down and laid his lower lip in folds
with his fingers, like he did sometimes when it wouldn't behave to suit
him.

"Two," said the secretary after just a breath of pause.

Leon looked over the congregation easily and then fastened his eyes on
Abram Saunders, the father of Absalom, and said reprovingly: "Give not
sleep to thine eyes nor slumber to thine eyelids."

Abram straightened up suddenly and blinked in astonishment, while
father held fast to his lip.

"Three," called the secretary hurriedly.

Leon shifted his gaze to Betsy Alton, who hadn't spoken to her next
door neighbour in five years.

"Hatred stirreth up strife," he told her softly, "but love covereth all
sins."

Things were so quiet it seemed as if the air would snap.

"Four."

The mild blue eyes travelled back to the men's side and settled on
Isaac Thomas, a man too lazy to plow and sow land his father had left
him. They were not so mild, and the voice was touched with command:
"Go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be wise."

Still that silence.

"Five," said the secretary hurriedly, as if he wished it were over.
Back came the eyes to the women's side and past all question looked
straight at Hannah Dover.

"As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman without
discretion."

"Six," said the secretary and looked appealingly at father, whose face
was filled with dismay.

Again Leon's eyes crossed the aisle and he looked directly at the man
whom everybody in the community called "Stiff-necked Johnny."

I think he was rather proud of it, he worked so hard to keep them doing
it.

"Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck," Leon
commanded him.

Toward the door some one tittered.

"Seven," called the secretary hastily.

Leon glanced around the room.

"But how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in
unity," he announced in delighted tones as if he had found it out by
himself.

"Eight," called the secretary with something like a breath of relief.

Our angel boy never had looked so angelic, and he was beaming on the
Princess.

"Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee," he told her.

Laddi