nd woman as counterparts of a
single unit, in which His laws should find full expression, if the two
were truly mated--not merely married. You remember what Mr. Talmadge
said that night."

"I know. We have found, not each other, but the other part of
ourselves--ourself. Dear, when did you first realize that it was so?"

"My mind, not until it was free to face the truth; my subconscious soul
the first moment that I saw you, I think."

"I know I loved you from that moment too," she answered simply, lifting
her lips for his kiss.

There followed another spell of enchanted silence, broken only by the
low lullaby of the night wind in the trees, and then the man spoke
again.

"Smiles, are you still greatly afraid of the sea?"

"No, dear, I should not be, if you were with me. It is strange; but I
lost most of the old, unreasoning fear the moment that I made up my mind
to jump into it that afternoon. But, why do you ask that now, Donald?"
He did not reply at once, and she continued, "I think that I know, and
the same thought was in my own mind. Is it that you want to go to France
again, to renew the saving work there,--and want me with you?"

He nodded slowly.

"If you hadn't suggested it, I should have, Don; for now I am doubly
prepared for the work I began to long to do, so many years ago. I am not
only trained for it, but I have you beside me, to comfort and strengthen
me, always.

"Yes, dear," she went on softly. "Some day, God grant, we shall have
little ones of our own to care for; but, until that beautiful time
comes, there are no less precious babies throughout all the world--and
there, especially--crying for us to help them. We must give of our best
to them, for, weak, tender and helpless as they are, the hope of the
world is in its babies."

Through the dark tree-tops the new-born moon appeared on the breast of
night, around it a misty halo like that about the head of the Infant
who came nineteen centuries ago, typifying the hope of all mankind.

"Look," said Donald. "Our honeymoon wears a halo."

"Because it is a hallowed moon," answered Rose.

The soft white radiance floated in, flooding the little porch and
illuminating the wife's sweet face as she lifted it again, now touched
with a smile, more meaningful and more ethereal than ever before.

For, to the smile of courage, hope and love, had been added the quality
of rich, deep contentment.

THE END

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