r, who were there to dine with us. She was a slight woman
of thirty then, with a face of no striking beauty, but of singular
sweetness. Her dark eyes had a mild and tender light in them; her voice
a plaintive, gentle tone, the like of which one may hear rarely if ever.
For years she had been a night worker in the missions of the lower city,
and many an unfortunate had been turned from the way of evil by her good
offices. I sat beside her at the table, and she told me of her work and
how often she had met Trumbull in his night walks.

'Found me a hopeless heathen,' he remarked.

'To save him I had to consent to marry him,' she said, laughing.

'"Who hath found love is already in Heaven,"'said McClingan. 'I have not
found it and I am in'' he hesitated, as if searching for a synonym.

'A boarding house on William Street,' he added.

The remarkable thing about Margaret Hull was her simple faith. It looked
to no glittering generality for its reward, such as the soul s 'highest
good much talked of in the philosophy of that time. She believed that,
for every soul she saved, one jewel would be added to her crown in
Heaven. And yet she wore no jewel upon her person. Her black costume was
beautifully fitted to her fine form, but was almost severely plain. It
occurred to me that she did not quite understand her own heart, and, for
that matter, who does? But she had somewhat in her soul that passeth all
understanding--I shall not try to say what, with so little knowledge of
those high things, save that I know it was of God. To what patience and
unwearying effort she had schooled herself I was soon to know.

'Can you not find anyone to love you?' she said, turning to McClingan.
'You know the Bible says it is not good for man to live alone.

'It does, Madame,' said he, 'but I have a mighty fear in me, remembering
the twenty-fourth verse of the twenty-fifth chapter of Proverbs: "It
is better to dwell in the corner of the housetops than with a brawling
woman in a wide house." We cannot all be so fortunate as our friend
Trumbull. But I have felt the great passion.

He smiled at her faintly as he spoke in a quiet manner, his r s coming
off his tongue with a stately roll. His environment and the company had
given him a fair degree of stimulation. There was a fine dignity in
his deep voice, and his body bristled with it, from his stiff and
heavy shock of blonde hair parted carefully on the left side, to his
high-heeled boots. The fe