comparative comfort. Now she looked
about to find out if possible just what sort of a person the owner might
be, and glancing at the table near the fireplace the first object her
eye fell upon was an open book, and the words that caught her vision
were: "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide
under the shadow of the Almighty!"

With a start she turned the book over and found it was a Bible, bound in
plain, strong covers, with large, clear print, and it lay open as if the
owner had been reading it but a short time before and had been called
suddenly away.

With a sigh of relief she sank down in the big chair by the fire and let
the excited tears have their way. Somehow her fear all vanished with
that sentence. The owner of the house could not be very bad when he kept
his Bible about and open to that psalm, her psalm, her missionary's
psalm! And there was assurance in the very words themselves, as if they
had been sent to remind her of her new trust in an Unseen Power. If she
was making the Most High her dwelling place continually, surely she was
under His protection continually, and had no need to be afraid anywhere,
for she was abiding in Him. The thought gave her a strange new sense of
sweetness and safety.

After a moment she sat up wiping away the tears and began to look
around. Perhaps this was the home of some friend of her missionary. She
felt comforted about staying here now. She lifted her eyes to the wall
above the mantel and lo, there smiled the face of her dear friend, the
mother, who had just gone home to heaven, and beneath it--as if that
were not enough to bring a throb of understanding and joy to her
heart--beneath it hung her own little jewelled riding whip which she had
left on the desert a year ago and forgotten.

Suddenly, with a cry of joy, she rose and clasped her hands over her
heart, relief and happiness in every line of her face.

"It is his home! I have come to his own house!" she cried and looked
about her with the joy of discovery. This then was where he lived--there
were his books, here his chair where he sat and rested or studied--his
hands had left the Bible open at her psalm, his psalm--_their_ psalm!
There was his couch over behind the screen, and at the other end the
tiny table and the dishes in the closet! Everything was in place, and
careful neatness reigned, albeit an air of manlike uncertainty about
some things.

She went from one end to the other o