ationships by a wise Providence and the divine
right of money-kings.

Mrs. Gray and her neighbor, Mrs. Butterworth, exchanged serene glances
of recognition across the shallow partition that separated them, but
the latter added a look of inquiry as it was observed that Winifred was
with her family. Mrs. Gray's heart sank at the thought of having to
explain the phenomenon when once the service should be over. Winifred
felt that many eyes must note her presence there instead of in the
choir, and the embarrassment of the thought almost dissipated the
spirit of true worship for which she had longed and prayed. But she
had soon forgotten to a considerable degree the people about her, and
gave herself diligently to the service. It was not altogether without
self-consciousness, however, that she joined in the hymns, fearing lest
her own voice should be heard above others. Mrs. Gray, too, wished
that she would not sing quite so loudly, lest it should destroy the
convenient fiction of the laryngitis.

Hubert realized that he took his place in the congregation on an
entirely new basis this day, and he endeavored earnestly to put away
all spirit of his former prejudice and to receive in meekness anything
which his Lord might say to him from His place in the midst. He tried
to forget how utterly hollow and meaningless the formalities of the
service had heretofore seemed to him, and to discern, if possible,
within the mold of man's fashioning the operation of the Spirit of God.
With his own heart at peace with God and charged with His joy, it was
easy to look upon all about him more kindly, with an eye as critical to
find good and honor it as to discover evil. Upon even his long-time
aversion, Doctor Schoolman, he looked with expectancy, for had he not,
after all, known for these many years Him whom he--Hubert--had but just
"begun to know," as Winifred would put it? With ears now open, should
he not hear much which would cause his heart to burn within him?

Hubert and Winifred shared the same hymn-book, and together sang with
deep gladness hymns which ascribe praises to Christ. But, intent upon
truthfulness, Winifred paused before sentiments not understood, or the
profession of experiences quite unfelt, and let the congregation sing
on without her. The privilege of doing so gave her keen satisfaction,
even though it was difficult to stop in the midst of a pleasant melody.

"Better a break in the melody than in sincerity,