e. Julia Cloud
watched the young man's face as he listened, and knew that Leslie had
a faithful friend and champion, knew also that here was one whose
friendship was well worth cultivating, a clean, fine, strong young
soul, and was glad for her little girl. Something stirred in her
memory as she watched his look, and she went back to her childish days
and the boy friend who had kissed her when he went away never to
return. There was the same look in Howard Letchworth's eyes when he
looked at Leslie, the age-old beauty of a man's clean devotion to a
sweet, pure woman soul.

Of course Leslie was a mere child yet, and was not thinking of such
things; but there need be no fear that that fine, strong young man
would be unwise enough to let the child in her be frightened away
prematurely. They were friends now, beautiful friends; and that would
be enough for them both for a long time. She was content.

She watched them all the evening, and listened to their talk about the
Christian Endeavor Society. How beautiful it was that Leslie had been
able to bring the boy to a degree of interest in that! Of course it
was for her sake, but he was man enough to be interested on his own
account now; and from their talk she could see that he had gone heart
and soul with Allison into the plans for the winter work. He had a
fine voice, and was to sing a solo at the next meeting. Presently
Leslie so far recovered her nerves as to smooth out her hair and go to
the piano to practise with him.

"O Jesus, Thou art standing
Outside the fast-closed door,"

rang out the rich, sweet notes; and the tender, sympathetic voice
brought out each word with an appeal. The boy could not sing like that
and not feel it himself sometime. Julia Cloud found herself praying;
praying, as if she whispered to a dear Companion sitting close beside
her at the hearthside: "Dear Christ, show this boy. Teach him what
Thou art. Make him Thy true disciple."

Suddenly the young fellow turned to Allison with a smile.

"I like the way you take your religion with you into college, Cloud.
It makes it seem real. I haven't met many fellows that had any before,
or perhaps I shouldn't have been such a heathen as I am. But I say,
why don't you try to get some of your frat brothers to come down to
the meeting? They ought to be willing to do that for you, and it would
be great to have them sing. You've got a lot of the glee club in your