hts of cheap glass, sent its radiance down,
upon his head, and the yellow bar lay across his hair like a halo;
behind him, in the colored lights, there seemed to stand the Presence.
It was so vivid to Courtland at first that he drew in his breath and
looked sharply at Tennelly, as if he, too, must see, though he knew
there was nothing visible, of course, but the lights, the glory, and the
little, freckled, earnest man giving out a hymn.

And the singing! If one were looking for discord, well, it was there,
every shade of it that the world had ever known! There were quavering
old voices, and piping young ones; off the key and on the key,
squeaking, grating, screaming, howling, with all their earnest might,
but the melody lifted itself in a great voice on high and seemed to bear
along the spirit of the congregation.

"I need Thee every hour.
Stay Thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When Thou art nigh.
I need Thee, oh I, need Thee,
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to Thee!"

These people, then, knew about the Presence, loved it, longed for it,
understood its power! They sang of the Presence and were glad! There
were, then, others in the world who knew, besides himself and Stephen
and Stephen Marshall's mother! Without knowing what he was doing,
Courtland sang. He did not know the words, but he felt the spirit, and
he groped along in syllables as he caught them.

Tennelly sat gazing around him, highly amused, not attempting to
suppress his mirth. His eyes fairly danced as he observed first one
absorbed worshiper, and then another, intent upon the song. He fancied
himself taking off the old elder on the other side of the aisle, and the
intense young woman with the large mouth and the feather in her hat. Her
voice was killing. He could make the fellows die laughing, singing as
she did, in a high falsetto.

He looked at Courtland to enjoy it with him, and lo! Courtland was
singing with as much earnestness as the rest; and upon his face there
sat a high, exalted look that he had never seen there before. Was it
true that the fire and the sickness had really affected Court's mind,
after all? He had seemed so like his old self lately that they had all
hoped he was getting over it.

During the prayer Courtland dropped his head and closed his eyes.
Tennelly glanced around and marveled amusedly at the serious attitude of
all. Even a row of tou