for the glory in the face of the
missionary as he spoke in the starlight about his work.

Often her heart went out wistfully towards her invalid friend in New
Hampshire, and she would rest herself by writing a long letter, and
would cherish the delicately written answers. Now and again there would
be some slight reference to "my son" in these letters. As the spring
came on they were more frequent, for May would bring the General
Assembly, and the son was to be one of the speakers. How her heart
throbbed when she read that this was certain now. A few days later when
she happened to read in the daily paper some item about Assembly plans
and discovered for the first time that it was to meet in New York, she
found herself in a flutter of joy. Would it be possible for her to hear
him speak? That was the great question that kept coming and going in her
mind. Could she arrange it so that she would be sure to be off duty when
his time came to speak? How could she find out about it all? Thereafter
her interest in the church news of the daily papers became deep.

Then spring came on with its languid air and the hard round of work,
with often a call to watch when overcome with weariness, or to do some
unaccustomed task that tried her undisciplined soul. But the papers were
full of the coming Assembly, and at last the program and his name!

She laid her plans most carefully, but the case she had been put upon
that week was very low, dying, and the woman had taken a fancy to her
and begged her to stay by her till the end. It was a part of the new
Hazel that she stayed, though her heart rose up in protest and tears of
disappointment would keep coming to her eyes. The head nurse marked them
with disapproval and told the house doctor that Radcliffe would never
make much of a nurse; she had no control over her emotions.

Death came, almost too late, and set her free for the afternoon, but it
was but half an hour to the time set for his speech, she was three miles
from the place of meeting and still in her uniform. It was almost
foolish to try. Nevertheless she hurried to her room and slipped into a
plain little street suit, the thing that would go on quickest, and was
away.

It seemed as though every cab and car and mode of transit had conspired
to hinder her, and five minutes before the time set for the next speech
she hurried breathless into the dim hallway of a great crowded church,
and pressed up the stairs to the gallery, thro