her faith and
asked her a few questions. The girl's face shone with intelligent
affection for her Redeemer and then the missionary rose and held the
baptismal bowl. Talavenka kneeled between him and Masters, Elijah
Clifford with the tear in his eye standing by Miss Gray as if naturally
their common interest in Talavenka and knowledge of her history made
their mutual nearness a natural thing. Masters touched Talavenka's
forehead with the water and said in a voice that trembled for the first
time that night, "Talavenka, I baptise thee because of thy faith in the
Lord Jesus, into the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy
Ghost. Amen."

All through the service Masters had spoken through one or the other of
the interpreters. In turn the Hopis, the Navajos, and the Apaches had
heard of Jesus and what he had said had been listened to in some
instances with evident eagerness. But the baptism of Talavenka impressed
all alike. Even the stolid imagination of the trader from Red Stone
Tanks could understand a little of the significance of what was going on
there that night when the first Hopi maiden was being baptised into a
religion which her ancestors for centuries had known nothing about.

They sang "My Faith looks up to Thee," and after a prayer by Miss Gray,
which was so tender it made Helen cry, the meeting was over.

The people went out slowly. Those who knew Talavenka came up to see her.
Her mother had sat still as if graven there all through the evening.
Suddenly she drew her shawl over her head and rose and went out.
Talavenka trembled as she watched her. "My mother!" was all she said. It
was a whole volume of longing for her redemption. Helen heard her and
held out her hand to her as she stood there near the little platform.
And the two girls, one born in Christian civilisation, nurtured in soft
and comfortable ways, and the other who first drew breath in a dark and
filthy corner of a stone hut on this treeless rock, drew near together
and the Christian faith of each swiftly bridged over all the centuries
of difference in matters of language, customs and ceremonies. For is it
not beautifully true that when Jesus enters a life it becomes a part of
all life everywhere, and there is no longer any Greek nor Jew, neither
Barbarian, Scythian, bondman or freeman, but all are one.

At that instant Van Shaw and his friends came down the aisle of the
little room. They had crowded in as soon as enough people had gon