"I accept the cross," he said, and, turning, walked quietly down the aisle.

The church door opened, closed behind him with a heavy clang, and Jane was alone.
She stumbled back to the seat she had left, and fell upon her knees.
"O, my God," she cried, "send him back to me, oh, send him back! ...
Oh, Garth! It is I who am plain and unattractive and unworthy, not you.
Oh, Garth--come back! come back! come back! ...

I will trust and not be afraid ...

Oh, my own Dear--come back!" She listened, with straining ears.

She waited, until every nerve of her body ached with suspense.