of untrue worshipers.' I'll join
Hubert outside of it all before I will go on!"

Then she wept afresh, for the vision of isolation "outside of it all"
was too painful. The presence of God had grown awesome and the light
of His eyes intolerable, but outside was darkness unbearable. She
flung herself down beside the bed where many a time she had "said
prayers" at night, and sobbed:

"O God, I am not a true worshiper, but I wish I were! I have drawn
nigh to Thee with my lips while my heart was far from Thee. I have
been a lie. Oh, make me true! make me true!"

After this outburst of prayer she was calmer, but remained silently
upon her knees by the bedside. Gradually there came to her memory the
substance of other words the minister had said;

"Into the presence and unto the very heart of God there is a
blood-bought way opened by our blessed Christ for the most wicked one
who wishes to take it."

"Is there a way for me," she prayed, "a way to come to Thee just as I
am?" And the sound of her own words brought back the memory of the old
song, familiar since her childhood:

"Just as I am without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!"

"O God," she cried, "I can sing that! I do come, just as I am--I do
come!"

A sweet sense of rest, such as she had never known, stole into
Winifred's heart. Some One seemed to be welcoming her with ineffable
tenderness. She was not out in the dark, but was at home with God.
The awful presence she had dreaded was infinitely sweet. At last she
stood in the Holy Place, still foolish, weak, unworthy, but with the
glory of Another's name covering her as with priestly robes, and she
worshiped.

CHAPTER III

THE CONFESSION

When Winifred awoke the nest morning it was to wonder if it were really
true--if she had come to God and He had received her. A sweet rest
still in her heart testified to a burden lifted. Her Bible lay open on
the little table where she had found the minister's text while fighting
her battle the day before. A leaf or two had blown over, and she
looked down on the sixth chapter of John and read,

"Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out."

Renewed assurance came with the words.

"I believe it," she said to herself. "I have been very false, but He
is true. He says the truth. I believe it."

The thought of the choir scarcely entered her mind now in her n