ge and stir
at the words as he read.

The day waned and the train flew on, but the landscape had lost its
attraction now for the girl. She pleaded weariness and remained apart
from the rest, dreaming over her wonderful experience, and thinking new
deep thoughts of wonder, regret, sadness, joy, and when night fell and
the great moon rose lighting the world again, she knelt beside her car
window, looking long into the wide clear sky, the sky that covered him
and herself; the moon that looked down upon them both. Then switching on
the electric light over her berth she read the psalm once more, and fell
asleep with her cheek upon the little book and in her heart a prayer for
him.

John Brownleigh, standing upon the station platform, watching the train
disappear behind the foot-hills, experienced, for the first time since
his coming to Arizona, a feeling of the utmost desolation. Lonely he had
been, and homesick, sometimes, but always with a sense that he was
master of it all, and that with the delight of his work it would pass
and leave him free and glad in the power wherewith his God had called
him to the service. But now he felt that with this train the light of
life was going from him, and all the glory of Arizona and the world in
which he had loved to be was darkened on her account. For a moment or
two his soul cried out that it could not be, that he must mount some
winged steed and speed after her whom his heart had enthroned. Then the
wall of the inevitable appeared before his eager eyes, and Reason
crowded close to bring him to his senses. He turned away to hide the
emotion in his face. The stolid Indian boy, who had been holding both
horses, received his customary smile and pleasant word, but the
missionary gave them more by habit than thought this time. His soul had
entered its Gethsemane, and his spirit was bowed within him.

As soon as he could get away from the people about the station who had
their little griefs and joys and perplexities to tell him, he mounted
Billy, and leading the borrowed pony rode away into the desert,
retracing the way they had come together but a short time before.

Billy was tired and walked slowly, drooping his head, and his master was
sad at heart, so there was no cheerful converse between them as they
travelled along.

It was not far they went, only back to the edge of the corn, where they
had made their last stop of the journey together a few short hours
before, and here the m