y,
refined face, the intellectual brow, the dainty fineness of manner? She
looked like some white angel dropped down into that motley company of
Sunday-school picknickers and city pleasure-seekers. The noise and clatter
of the place seemed far away from her. She was absorbed utterly in the
sweet sounds.

When she looked up and saw him, the smile that flashed out upon her face
was like the sunshine upon a day that has hitherto been still and almost
sad. The eyes said, "You are come at last!" The curve of the lips said, "I
am glad you are here!"

He went to her like one who had been hungry for the sight of her for a
long time, and after he had grasped her hand they stood so for a moment
while the hum and gentle clatter of talk that always starts between
numbers seethed around them and hid the few words they spoke at first.

"O, I have so longed to know if you were safe!" said the man as soon as he
could speak.

Then straightway the girl forgot all her three years of training, and her
success as a debutante, and became the grave, shy thing she had been to
him when he first saw her, looking up with awed delight into the face she
had seen in her dreams for so long, and yet might not long for.

The orchestra began again, and they sat in silence listening. But yet
their souls seemed to speak to each other through the medium of the music,
as if the intervening years were being bridged and brought together in the
space of those few waves of melody.

"I have found out," said Elizabeth, looking up shyly with a great light in
her eyes. "I have found what it all means. Have you? O, I have wanted so
much to know whether you had found out too!"

"Found out what?" he asked half sadly that he did not understand.

"Found out how God hides us. Found what a friend Jesus Christ can be."

"You are just the same," said the man with satisfaction in his eyes. "You
have not been changed nor spoiled. They could not spoil you."

"Have you found out too?" she asked softly. She looked up into his eyes
with wistful longing. She wanted this thing so very much. It had been in
her prayers for so long.

He could not withdraw his own glance. He did not wish to. He longed to be
able to answer what she wished.

"A little, perhaps," he said doubtfully. "Not so much as I would like to.
Will you help me?"

"_He_ will help you. You will find Him if you search for Him with all your
heart," she said earnestly. "It says so in His book."

Then came