She studied him shyly when she dared, and after the first song sang only for him.

She prayed for him when the Band knelt on the stone floor, and at night in her room she plead for him before God.
The boy was smitten with a sudden sense of his crime, not in the way of a repentant sinner, but as one who loves a sweet and gentle woman.

All that his father's preaching and precept could not do, all that the judge, jury, and prison could not do, this slip of a girl did with a glance of her big gray eyes and the tremor of her voice in song.

All his misdeeds arose up suddenly as a wall between him and the girl singer.
His hard heart melted.

The ugly lines went out of his face and it grew boyish once more, but sadder than ever.
His was not a nature to rest inactive.