ickly: "Oh, it
depends on the man. A good many of them think I am a crank. I have
kept my membership up and am in good standing in that way. I try to
be wise and not provoke any unnecessary criticism. But you would be
surprised to know how many of the men have responded to my appeal. I
could hardly make you believe that only a few nights ago a dozen men
became honestly and earnestly engaged in a conversation over
religious matters. I have had the great joy of seeing some of the
men give up bad habits and begin a new life. 'What would Jesus do?'
I keep asking it. The answer comes slowly, for I am feeling my way
slowly. One thing I have found out. The men are not fighting shy of
me. I think that is a good sign. Another thing: I have actually
interested some of them in the Rectangle work, and when it is
started up they will give something to help make it more powerful.
And in addition to all the rest, I have found a way to save several
of the young fellows from going to the bad in gambling."

Rollin spoke with enthusiasm. His face was transformed by his
interest in the subject which had now become a part of his real
life. Rachel again noted the strong, manly tone of his speech. With
it all she knew there was a deep, underlying seriousness which felt
the burden of the cross even while carrying it with joy. The next
time she spoke it was with a swift feeling of justice due to Rollin
and his new life.

"Do you remember I reproached you once for not having any purpose
worth living for?" she asked, while her beautiful face seemed to
Rollin more beautiful than ever when he had won sufficient
self-control to look up. "I want to say, I feel the need of saying,
in justice to you now, that I honor you for your courage and your
obedience to the promise you have made as you interpret the promise.
The life you are living is a noble one."

Rollin trembled. His agitation was greater than he could control.
Rachel could not help seeing it. They walked along in silence. At
last Rollin said: "I thank you. It has been worth more to me than I
can tell you to hear you say that." He looked into her face for one
moment. She read his love for her in that look, but he did not
speak.

When they separated Rachel went into the house and, sitting down in
her room, she put her face in her hands and said to herself: "I am
beginning to know what it means to be loved by a noble man. I shall
love Rollin Page after all. What am I saying! Rachel Winslow