I'm thinkin' a good deal of risin' for prayers myself, if it's only to get through before he gives me a talkin' to." When, however, the entire membership of the church aroused to the fact that work was to be done, and Judge Prency and other solid citizens began to take part in the church work, Bartram rested from his efforts and began again to spend his evenings at the home of the young woman whom he most admired.

A change seemed to have come over others as well as himself.

Mrs.Prency greeted him more kindly than ever, but Eleanor seemed different.

She was not as merry, as defiant, or as sympathetic as of old.

Sometimes there was a suggestion of old times in her manner, but suddenly the young woman would again become reserved and distant.
One evening, when she had begun to rally him about something, and quickly lapsed into a different and languid manner, Bartram said,-- "Eleanor, nothing seems as it used to be between you and me.