walls watching, with beating heart and straining eyes,
the closed helm of her champion, ready to fling down the revived remnant
of her faith as prize or forfeit. She had staked all on the hope that he
would not lower his lance.....

Saturday had passed in suspense.... And now was flooding in on her
the certainty that he had not failed her; that he had, with a sublime
indifference to a worldly future and success, defied the powers. With
indifference, too, to her! She knew, of course, that he loved her. A man
with less of greatness would have sought a middle way....

When, at half past ten, she fared forth into the sunlight, she was
filled with anticipation, excitement, concern, feelings enhanced and not
soothed by the pulsing vibrations of the church bells in the softening
air. The swift motion of the electric car was grateful... But at length
the sight of familiar landmarks, old-fashioned dwellings crowded in
between the stores and factories of lower Tower Street, brought back
recollections of the days when she had come this way, other Sunday
mornings, and in a more leisurely public vehicle, with her mother.
Was it possible that she, Alison Parr, were going to church now? Her
excitement deepened, and she found it difficult to bring herself to
the realization that her destination was a church--the church of her
childhood. At this moment she could only think of St. John's as the
setting of the supreme drama.

When she alighted at the corner of Burton Street there was the
well-remembered, shifting group on the pavement in front of the church
porch. How many times, in the summer and winter, in fair weather and
cloudy, in rain and sleet and snow had she approached that group, as she
approached it now! Here were the people, still, in the midst of whom
her earliest associations had been formed, changed, indeed,-but yet the
same. No, the change was in her, and the very vastness of that change
came as a shock. These had stood still, anchored to their traditions,
while she--had she grown? or merely wandered? She had searched, at
least, and seen. She had once accepted them--if indeed as a child it
could have been said of her that she accepted anything; she had been
unable then, at any rate, to bring forward any comparisons.

Now she beheld them, collectively, in their complacent finery, as
representing a force, a section of the army blocking the heads of the
passes of the world's progress, resting on their arms, but ready at t