Without further protest she yielded to his wishes and accompanied him. It was the Sunday before Christmas. The air was crisp and keen and brought a freshness and a bit of color to their faces as they climbed the incline to the church.

The solemn strains of the organ began in a hushed minor key and increased in volume and tone until they rang and vibrated through the farthest corner of the room. The melody was now pleading and plaintive, like a voice filled with passionate longing, and again solemn and grand as the longing glided into fulfillment, and at last triumphant, victorious--

"All is well with the world."

Geraldine Vane, a little lower than the angels, her blue eyes like stars and her yellow hair like a halo of light, put her own heart-pulse into the music. In the anthem that followed, Max Morrison's strong, clear voice rang out the joyful message:

"Peace on earth, good-will, good-will to men."

The congregation joined in singing a song and the words burned themselves into Mrs. Thorpe's brain and caused her heart to quiver and her soul to writhe--

"Not all the blood of beasts on Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace, nor wash away the stain.

But Christ the heavenly lamb takes all our sins away.

A sacrifice of nobler name and richer blood than they.

My soul looks back to see the burden Thou didst bear

While hanging on the cursed tree, and knows his guilt was there."

The Reverend Maurice Thorpe then stepped forward and gave the waiting audience his text:

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoso believeth on Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

The pastor's voice was musical and cultured and the words of the text as he uttered them met with a magnetic response from the audience. This silent applause, this outpouring of the commendation of his hearers was as manifest to Mr. Thorpe as though it had been demonstrated by visible signs or audible words; as manifest and more satisfactory, for the sense of exultation which it gave him was perceived by no one save himself.