beside her door and lifted her head with a touch of
pride.

She had reached the street and started for the
Broadway car before she suddenly remembered that Jane
was "dining with a dangerous man."

She couldn't turn back to that little room tonight
without new courage. Her decision was instantaneous.
She couldn't surrender to the flesh and the devil by
yielding to Jane.

She would go to prayer-meeting!

Religion had always been a very real thing in her
life. Her father was a Methodist presiding elder. She
would have gone to the meeting tonight in the first
place but for the snow. Dr. Craddock, the new
sensational pastor of the Temple, was giving a series
of Wednesday-night talks that had aroused wide interest
and drawn immense crowds.

His theme tonight was one that promised all sorts
of sensations--"The Woman of the Future." The only
trouble with the Doctor was that the substance of his
discourses sometimes failed to make good the startling
suggestions of his titles. No matter--she would go.
She felt a sense of righteous pride infighting her
way to the church through the first storm of the
winter.