"I will," said Gwenda, waving them a last good-bye; and as she rode
down the dark lane beyond the farmyard she said to herself, "And I
_will_ some day, please God!"

Reaching the high road, she hurried down the hill to the valley below,
where Castell On lay nestled in the bend of the river. It was scarcely
visible in the darkening twilight, except here and there where a light
glimmered faintly. The course of the river was marked by a soft white
mist, and above it all, in the clear evening sky, hung the crescent
moon. The beauty of the scene before her reached Gwenda's heart, and
helped to fill her cup of happiness. Her visit to the farm had
strengthened her determination to turn her lover's heart back to his
old home. It was all plain before her now; she had a work to do, an
aim in life, not only to make her future husband happy, but to lead him
back into the path of duty, from which she clearly saw he had been
tempted to stray. There was no danger that she would take too harsh a
view of his fault, for her love for Will was strong and abiding. There
was little doubt that in that wonderful weaving of life's pattern,
which some people call "Fate" and some "Providence," Gwenda and Will
had been meant for each other.

When she reached home she found a letter awaiting her--a letter in the
square clear writing which she had learned to look for with happy
longing. She hastened to her room to read it. It bore good
tidings--first, that Will had acceded to Mr. Price's request to preach
at Castell On the following Sunday; secondly and chiefly, that the
living of Llanisderi had been offered him, and had been accepted.