Her face deepened in color as she turned to certain passages which she had read often and which she knew Jasper had written for her.

She read them again.

Somehow they failed to touch her strongly.

She closed the book and let it lie on the table.
She gradually felt that her thought was busy with the sights she had witnessed in the tent.

Those faces, men and women, touched for the first time with the Spirit's glory--what a wonderful thing life was after all! The complete regeneration revealed in the sight of drunken, vile, debauched humanity kneeling down to give itself to a life of purity and Christlikeness--oh, it was surely a witness to the superhuman in the world! And the face of Rollin Page by the side of that miserable wreck out of the gutter! She could recall as if she now saw it, Virginia crying with her arms about her brother just before she left the tent, and Mr.Gray kneeling close by, and the girl Virginia had taken into her heart while she whispered something to her before she went out.