Hush!" with a warning glance over her shoulder.
There was a sudden craning of necks, an agitation among the hats and bonnets.

Down the aisle came a handsome, dignified woman in widow's weeds, a woman who was easily fifty-six, but who looked as if she had just crossed the threshold of the forties.

Her face was serene, the half-smile on her lips was gentle and sweet her warm brown eyes viewed the world peacefully.

Ah, how well she knew that to-day this temple of worship was but a den of jackals, ready to rend her if she so much as hesitated, so much as faltered in look or speech! Never should they feed themselves upon her sorrow.

She went on, smiling here and there.
The low hum, the pallid lights, the murmur from the organ, all seemed cruelly accented.