that I shall betray the man I love? Never would she herself have
done such a thing, if she had lived."

She was shut up in the pew, but she could scarcely sit still. She
rocked backward and forward and wrung her hands. "Now this will
follow me all day," she thought. "Who knows," she went on, growing
more and more anxious, "who knows whether it will not follow me
through life?"

But the sobbing beside her grew ever deeper and sadder, and at
last her heart was touched in spite of herself, and she too began
to weep. "She who weeps so must have a terribly heavy grief," she
thought. "She must have to bear suffering heavier than any of the
living can conceive."

When the service was over and Elsalill had come out of church, she
heard the sobbing no longer. But all the way home she wept to
herself because her foster sister could find no peace in her
grave.

When the time of evensong came Elsalill went again to the church,
being constrained to know whether her foster sister still sat
there weeping.

And as soon as Elsalill entered the church she heard her, and her
soul trembled within her when she caught the sound of the sobbing.
She felt her strength forsaking her and she had but one desire--to
help the dead girl who was wandering among the living and knew no
rest.