secret?"

Virginia looked bewildered, then over her face the unusual color
crept, showing that she understood.

"I have never loved any one but Rachel Winslow." Rollin spoke calmly
enough now. "That day she was here when you talked about her refusal
to join the concert company, I asked her to be my wife; out there on
the avenue. She refused me, as I knew she would. And she gave as her
reason the fact that I had no purpose in life, which was true
enough. Now that I have a purpose, now that I am a new man, don't
you see, Virginia, how impossible it is for me to say anything? I
owe my very conversion to Rachel's singing. And yet that night while
she sang I can honestly say that, for the time being, I never
thought of her voice except as God's message. I believe that all my
personal love for her was for the time merged into a personal love
to my God and my Saviour." Rollin was silent, then he went on with
more emotion. "I still love her, Virginia. But I do not think she
ever could love me." He stopped and looked his sister in the face
with a sad smile.

"I don't know about that," said Virginia to herself. She was noting
Rollin's handsome face, his marks of dissipation nearly all gone
now, the firm lips showing manhood and courage, the clear eyes
looking into hers frankly, the form strong and graceful. Rollin was
a man now. Why should not Rachel come to love him in time? Surely
the two were well fitted for each other, especially now that their
purpose in life was moved by the same Christian force.

Chapter Seventeen

THE next day she went down to the NEWS office to see Edward Norman
and arrange the details of her part in the establishment of the
paper on its new foundation. Mr. Maxwell was present at this
conference, and the three agreed that whatever Jesus would do in
detail as editor of a daily paper, He would be guided by the same
general principles that directed His conduct as the Saviour of the
world.

"I have tried to put down here in concrete form some of the things
that it has seemed to me Jesus would do," said Edward Norman. He
read from a paper lying on his desk, and Maxwell was reminded again
of his own effort to put into written form his own conception of
Jesus' probable action, and also of Milton Wright's same attempt in
his business.

"I have headed this, 'What would Jesus do as Edward Norman, editor
of a daily newspaper in Raymond?'

"1. He would never allow a sentence or a picture in his p