them forever behind, had been possessed of faith that nothing could
daunt, and so had brought the blessing down.

The "faith that could remove mountains!" How the words rang and rang
in her ears! Soon her heart grew so light that she could have shouted
for joy. "Of course," she murmured with beaming eyes, "if I do not
believe that she can do what I ask, how can she answer my prayers? How
simple I have been, and how clear it all is to me now. I do believe
and know that what I have asked will be granted, and that this very
night Ovide will be restored to me, and Marie's mind be made well
again." Again and again, out of the fulness of her heart, she kissed
the marble feet, and give thanks for the faith within her--the faith
that could remove mountains!

Not for a moment did she stop to think what hard requests she had
made.

Fatigue and weariness now no longer beset her, and in glad eagerness
to see her dear nephew again, and Marie, Mother Soulard fairly ran
out of the dimly-lighted church, brushing against the shadowy pews as
she sped along the narrow aisles. So bound up was she in her
newly-found faith, that she scarcely noticed, on reaching the street,
how heavily the rain was falling and how fierce the storm had grown.
So boisterous, indeed, was the wind on the bleak Champ de Mars that
again and again she had to halt for breath.

"I can imagine I see them," she thought, as she struggled on, "sitting
in the parlor together with Delmia. How surprised Delmia must have
been when Ovide walked in! and how Marie must have cried and kissed
him! But the miracle will soon be known to all the neighbors, and will