the few godly men that God spares it as he spared Sodom for Lot's sake."

Having braved this ordeal and nearly broken the heart of his old father,
he turned for his reward to Glory. He found her at her usual haunt on the
headlands.

"I was blushing when you came up, wasn't I?" she said. "Shall I tell you
why?"

"Why?"

"It was this," she said, with a sweep of her hand across her bosom.

He looked puzzled.

"Don't you understand? This old rag--it's the one I was wearing before
you went away."

He wanted to tell her how well she looked in it--better than ever now
that her bosom showed under its seamless curves, and her figure had grown
so lithe and shapely. But though she was laughing he saw she was ashamed
of her poverty, and he thought to comfort her.

"I'm to be a poor man myself in future, Glory. I've quarrelled with my
father. I'm going to take Orders."

Her face fell. "Oh, I didn't think anybody would be poor who could help
it. To be a clergyman is all right for a poor man, perhaps, but I hate to
be poor; it's horrid."