And I shall hope that you may be.

I shall pray for that." The note fell to the floor with a rustle that sounded loud in the stillness.

Then Keziah heard the minister's step.

She turned.

He was moving slowly across the room.
"John," she cried anxiously, "you poor boy!" He answered without looking back.
"I'm--going--up--to--my--room," he said, a pause between each word.