rld and his wife are waiting to
shout your praises!"

Rosa had gone to her office, and Glory was turning over some designs for
stage costumes, when Liza came in to say that the "Farver" was coming
upstairs.

"He has come to scold me," thought Glory, so she began to hum, to push
things about, and fill the room with noise. But when she saw his drawn
face and wide-open eyes she wanted to fall on his neck and cry.

"You have come to tell me you can't do what I suggested?" she said. "Of
course you can't."

"No," he said slowly, very slowly. "I have thought it all over, and
concluded that I can--that I must. Yes, I am willing to go away, Glory,
and when you are ready I shall be ready too."

"But where--where--?"

"I don't know yet; but I am willing to wait for the unrolling of the
scroll. I am willing to follow step by step, not knowing whither. I am
willing to go where God wills, for life or death."

"But your work in London--your great, great work----"

"God will see to that, Glory. He can do without any of us. None of us can
do without him. The sun will set without any assistance, you know," and
the pale face made an effort to smile.

"But, John, my dear, dear John, this is not what you expected, what you
have been thinking of and dreaming of, and building your hopes upon."

"No," he said; "and for your sake I am sorry, very sorry. I thought of a
great career for you, Glory. Not rescue work merely--others can do that.
There are many good women in the world--nearly all women are good, but
Jew are great--and for the salvation of England, what England wants now
is a great woman.... As for me--God knows best! He has his own way of
weaning us from vanity and the snares of the devil. You were only an
instrument in his hands, my child, hardly knowing what you were doing.
Perhaps he has a work of intercession for us somewhere--far away from
here--in some foreign mission field--who can say?"

A feeling akin to terror caught her breath, and she looked up at him with
tearful eyes.

"After all, I am glad that this has happened," he said. "It will help me
to conquer self, to put self behind my back forever, to show the world,
by leaving London, that self has not entered into my count at all, and
that I am thinking of nothing but my work."

A warm flush rose to her cheeks as he spoke, and again she wanted to
fling herself on his neck and cry. But he was too calm for that, too sad
and too spiritual. When he rose to go she