w, of order, of truth, of justice had no
existence. The quack cared little what she thought, and had neither the
ability nor the interest to penetrate to the secrets of her soul.

She had lived the dream life of an ignorant child up to the moment when
David had awakened her soul, and now that she really began to grapple
with the problems of existence, she had neither companion nor teacher to
help her.

The two objects about which her thoughts had begun to hover helplessly
were the God of whom David had spoken and the Quaker himself. Both of
them had profoundly agitated her mind and heart, and still haunted her
thoughts.

During all of Saturday after the interview, through the evening which
she had passed in her booth, and far into the night, she had revolved in
her mind the words she had heard, and attempted to weave these two
mysterious beings into her confused scheme of thought.

Her disappointment at David's refusal to accompany them in their
wandering life had been bitter. She did not comprehend the nature of her
feeling for him; but his presence gave her so exquisite a happiness that
the thought of never seeing him again had become intolerable.

For the first time she, who had been for years, as she thought,
disclosing the future to other people, was seized with a burning
curiosity as to her own. Up to this crisis of her experience she had
lived in the present moment; but now she must look into to-morrow and
see if the Quaker was ever to cross her path again. For so important, so
delicate and so difficult a discovery it seemed to her that the ordinary
instruments of her art were pitifully inadequate. The playing cards, the
lines upon her hands, the leaves in her tea cup would not do. She would
resort to that charm which the old gypsy had given her at parting, and
which she had reserved for some great and critical moment of life. That
moment had arrived.

As she enjoyed the most perfect freedom in all her movements, she
snatched an early and hurried breakfast Sunday morning, told her husband
that she was going to the woods for wild flowers, and set forth upon an
errand pregnant with destiny.

With an instinct like that of a wild creature she made her way swiftly
towards the great forest which lay at a little distance from the
outskirts of the village.

Her ignorance, her inexperience, her sadness and her beauty would have
stirred the hardest heart to compassion. Arrived at the point where she
was to confro