usted herself with no words when the
meeting ended, but blinking back the tears that sparkled in her eyes
made a hasty exit from the hall.

The days of Mr. Gerald Bond's visit to the Grays were all happy ones.
Hubert and Winifred were living in a new world of revelation, and
delighted exceedingly in the help one well instructed and "apt to
teach" was able to give them in the mystery of the faith. Mr. Gray,
too, enjoyed his guest's presence and brought knotty questions to him
daily for solution. Mrs. Gray recognized the excellent spirit that was
in him, and found herself quietly wondering more than once why the
other ministers she knew did not seem equally interested in the matters
of their calling when off duty, so to speak, but were so much at home
in all the affairs of the world. Gerald Bond seemed to live in the
atmosphere of the holy things in which he ministered, and Mrs. Gray
looked upon him with an admiration akin to awe. But he was
nevertheless so thoroughly a man, of finest sympathy, courteous,
gentle, and withal possessed of a genial, penetrating wit which all
enjoyed, that Mrs. Gray could not simply admire him from afar, but took
him into her heart with a warm liking. She looked forward with real
regret to the day when the yellow-and-white room would be without its
occupant.

Hubert came in for the greater share of the young man's leisure hours,
and evening often saw them pacing the garden walks, or lingering
meditatively by its fountain, in deepest conversation. In Hubert's
soul still the question was burning, "Lord, what wilt Thou have me to
do?" and beyond a thin veil of time the answer was waiting him.
"God . . . hath appointed thee to know His will, and to see the
Righteous One, and to hear a voice from His mouth. For thou shalt be a
witness for Him."

The Bible lectures came and went, having no more rapt listener than
Adele Forrester, who marveled at the light that had come to her,
illuminating all truth that she had formally learned and recited, and
adding wondrous things out of the Law never hinted at before. When
Sunday came she went to church a true worshiper, and sang with all her
heart:

"O sing unto the Lord a new song
For He hath done marvellous things."

She did not follow Winifred's course in retiring from the choir, and
explained to her afterwards:

"It did not seem the right thing for me, dear, although I think you did
just right. You see, I am not a star singer, for