preach, too. Such eyes as he has, that look you through and through.
Say, let's you and me go to hear him next Sunday, will you?"

"Yes, I will!" Vida said, with such fervour and emphasis that Harry
gave her a keen look and wondered why she had a bright red spot in
each cheek. He wondered more before they reached home, for his cousin
laughed and sung in childlike glee, and was sad and silent by turns.
Her restlessness could not wait until the Sabbath. The excitement and
suspense were unendurable.

Confiding in her aunt, it was arranged between them that Moses, the
old coloured man of all work, should accompany her to Cedar Vale the
next afternoon. Just what she would do when she reached there was not
clear to her, but stay away she could not.

When the children were well off to school again after the nooning,
Vida, mounted on a fleet little pony, attended by her trusty guide,
rode quietly away. Her heart beat wildly when they drew near the
settlement. They came at last upon the church, standing in a lovely
grove of maples. The door stood slightly ajar. At a little distance
from it Vida dismounted, and directed Moses to wait there for her.
She had a consuming desire to look into the church where her husband
preached, to stand a moment in the very spot where he stood Sabbath
after Sabbath.

She stepped softly in, and there, kneeling by the little pulpit, his
head bowed upon the desk, was--her husband!

Timidly and slowly, as one who has no right, she noiselessly drew
near and knelt beside him. Stranger eyes may not look upon a scene so