in womanly sweetness,
never really lacking beneath the gay exterior, developed in
ever-increasing winsomeness. A capacity for intense enjoyment found
new sources for its filling in the knowledge of Jesus Christ, and she
pursued faithfully and happily the ways she saw of serving Him. To-day
she received Winifred's news with evident sympathy, but with a reserve
of feeling not expressed.

"Our Bishop preached a splendid missionary sermon two weeks ago," she
remarked. "He made things very plain indeed. I think we all felt that
we had been almost traitors in not rallying to the Lord's standard
better than we had done. Even Dick paid some attention, for he said
after church--you know what a tease he is--'_now_ I hope you see where
you ought to be!'"

"Oh, Adele," said Winifred, "I haven't thought to ask you in months how
the choir is getting along. The mention of Dick reminds me. Do you
still enjoy your singing?"

Adele laughed. "My 'occupation's gone,'" she said. "We are supplanted
by a boy choir. The present minister likes that better. A saucy
little fellow who brings our evening paper and fights his business
competitors once in a while is one of our successors. He looks quite
cherubic in a surplice."

"And you?"

"I sing praises in the congregation, and what is left over I sometimes
offer in the mission."

"So you still keep up your service at the mission?"

"Oh, yes!"

Adele did not add how much appreciated were those services, nor how she
had added visitation amongst the families represented at the mission to
the evident blessing of not a few.

Their conversation drifted back to the subject of Hubert's leaving, and
Adele entered a compact of prayer for the right development of all
things relating to it.

Gradually the Spirit of God wrought in the heart of Robert Gray. He
was led to think of the darkness of unbelief out of which his son had
been brought, and to consider how fitting a thing it was that a life
thus renewed should be held at the command of God. But it was hard to
think of him as a foreign missionary! Mr. Gray had believed
theoretically in the cause of missions and had given a yearly
subscription to the society representing it. But to give his son--ah,
that was a different matter! At the first shock of the thought he had
recoiled, and a naturally stubborn heart kept the question at bay for a
time. But he could not long fight with God. The fellowship lost while
he steeled his