For half an hour in impetuous eloquence, in telling
incidents wet with tears and winged with hope, he held
his listeners in a spell. It was not until the burst
of applause which greeted his closing sentence had died
away that Mary Adams realized that another landmark had
toppled before the onrushing flood of modern Feminism.
The conservatism of Doctor Craddock had yielded at last
to the inevitable. He, too, had joined the ranks of
the prophets who preach of a Woman's Day of
Emancipation.

And yet it never occurred to her that this fact had
the slightest bearing on her personal outlook on life.
On the contrary she felt in the spiritual elation of
the triumphant eloquence of her favorite preacher a
renewal of her simple religious faith. At the bottom
of that religion lay the foundation of life itself--her
conception of marriage as the supreme and only
expression of woman's power in the world.

She walked back to her home on the Square, in a
glow of ecstatic emotion.

Surely God had miraculously saved her this night
from the wiles of the Devil! No matter what this
eloquent discourse had meant to others, it had renewed
her faith in the old-fashioned woman and the old-
fashioned ways of the old-fashioned home. Her vision
was once more clear. She was glad Jane Anderson had
come to put her to the test. She had been tried in the