fires of hell and came forth unscorched.

She stood beside her window dreaming again of the
home she would build when her Knight should stand
before her revealed in beauty no words could describe.
The moon was shining now in solemn glory on the white-
shrouded Square. Temptation had only strengthened the
fiber of her soul. She knelt in the moonlight beside
her couch and prayed that God should ever keep her
faith serene. She rose with a sense of peace and joy.
God would hear and answer the cry of her heart. The
City might be the Desert--it was still God's world and
not a sparrow that twittered in those bare trees or
chattered on her window-ledge in the morning could fall
to the ground without His knowledge. God had put this
deathless passion in her heart; He could not deny
it expression. She could bide His time. If the day of
her deliverance were near, it was good. If God should
choose to try her faith in loneliness and tears, it was
His way to make the revelation of glory the more
dazzling when it came.

She drew the covering about her warm young body
with the firm faith that her hour was close at hand,
and fell asleep to dream of her Knight.




CHAPTER III