and then, oh, how I pitied
him! There was no room in my heart for blame when I saw how he blamed
himself; and we did the best we could to comfort one another.

"Then we said we'd begin again. We came away here to Canada, because we
thought it was almost the end of the earth, and nobody would be likely
to find us who had known us before.

"And here the Lord met us and cared for us and comforted us. And I'm
not afraid now. Stephen's safe now in His keeping and His
loving-kindness--oh, how good!"

The last words were uttered brokenly and with an effort, and Mrs
Grattan leaned back in her chair pale and faint. Mrs Morely leaned
over her, and her tears fell fast on the hands which she clasped in
hers.

"It shakes me to go back to those old days," said Mrs Grattan, faintly.
"You must let me lie down, so as I shall get over it before my husband
comes along. It worries him dreadfully to see me bad. It won't last
long. I shall be better soon."

She was but a little creature, thin and light, and, though Mrs Morely
was not strong; she lifted her in her arms and laid her on the bed; and
as the poor little woman covered her face and turned it to the wall, she
sat down beside her to take the lesson of her story to herself. Surely
the grace that had changed Stephen Grattan and given him rest from his
enemy could avail for her husband too. "`I will trust, and not be
afraid!'" she murmured; and, with her hand clasping the hand of this
woman who had suffered so much and was healed now, Mrs Morely had faith
given her to touch the hem of the Great Healer's garment; and in the
silence, broken only by the prayer-laden sighs of the two women, she
seemed to hear a voice saying to her, "Go in peace."

There were no sorrowful faces waiting the coming of Stephen in the
little log-house that night. The little lads met him with shouts of
welcome halfway down the hill, and when he came into the house there was
Sophy busy with her tea-cakes, and Mrs Morely sewing her never-failing
white seam, and Dolly was dancing the baby on her lap, and singing a
song which brought the prairie, and their home there, and the long
summer Sabbaths to his mind, and a sudden shadow to his face. Mrs
Morely's face showed that her heart was lightened.

"You look bright to-night, sister," said Stephen, greeting her in his
quaint way; "have you heard good news?"

"I am waiting for good news," said Mrs Morely, with a quiver in her
voice.

"They never w