And all this year, while he had thought her growing in grace, silently, indeed, but he hoped truly, she had been hankering for the forbidden thing, had been planning deceit in her heart, and had led away the innocent child to follow unrighteousness with her.

He would go back, and do what he should have done a year ago,--what he would have done, had he not yielded to the foolish talk of a foolish woman.

He would go back, and burn the fiddle, and silence forever that sweet, insidious music, with its wicked murmurs that stole into a man's heart--even a man's, and one who knew the evil, and abhorred it.

The smoke of it once gone up to heaven, there would be an end.

He should have his wife again, his own, and nothing should come between them more.