n some terrible mistake. In a few days, however, she had to realise that it was only too true, and that the man in whom she had trusted so implicitly was an outcast not only from society but from th

she cherished the feeble hope that Martin would either return or write to her, that he would prove himself innocent. But as the days slowly edged into weeks, and no word came, a

y buoyant self. "Oh, if I had only died!" she moaned. "What a relief it would

e of her young life, and to go where she would no longer hear the story of s

as to her burdened heart to have the comfort of her sister's love. Here she could rest a

he future. She felt that she should be doing something, and thus not depend upon others. To return to her old home to t

to it now, and taking in pupils, was most repugnant. Not since that night when she had played in her old home, when Martin Rutland was watching longingly through the window, had she t

but it was the only thing that seemed to offer, and she must keep her mind and hands employed if she were to forget the past. That sh

ed. Was there a Father in heaven who cared? she would ask herself over and over again. If so, why had He allowed her bright young life to be so clouded and blighted? Then she would think of Martin and how much he had meant to her. Though she had always defended him, or r

nd the sweetness of her disposition. To the patients, especially, she was an angel of light. No voice was as comforting, and no hand as soothing as hers, and they would always watch

t was necessary for her to force herself to her duties, and to assume that lightness of heart which she did not feel. She had little to give her that zest for her work which would make each task a joy. Must she go t

ster's home. As a rule she was a most devoted and attentive worshipper. But to-night her thoughts wandered. They would go back to Glendale, and

she checked her wandering thoughts, and fixed them upon what the clergyman in the pulpit was saying. At once her interest became aroused, and she followed him with the deepest attention. He was speaking about Service, and re

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nterest-the first time in years. Almost in an instant she became transformed. Hitherto she had been trembling on the verge

one in her hand. An impulse now stirred her heart, her lips moved, and at last, like a wild bird escaped from its cage, she lifted up her voice, an

s house. She knew nothing of the lonely outcast, who yearningly followed he

hurch and the new purpose which had come into her life. They were seated bef

. I am going to offer for the mission field. I care no

perhaps, in that special

e in preparatory mission work. I understand there is such a school in thi

d her hand lovingly upon that of her sister's. "It will

e that he is a bad man, even though he has fallen and is an outcast from the Church. Oh, Lois, do you know I had the feeling to-night that he was near me during service. It was onl

rvently replied. "If it will comfort y