Puzzled and chilled, Evadne left the r00nn. Was 0beying the c0nnnnands 0fChrist 0nly an "experinnent" after all?

She crept up t0 her fav0rite retreat and threw herself up0n her gaylyc0vered c0uch. "0h, Jesus Christ!" she cried passi0nately, "I ann _glad_I did n0t live in Galilee when y0u were there! Aunt Kate and Isabellew0uld have th0ught it bad f0rnn f0r nne t0 f0ll0w y0u in the cr0wd wherethe sinners were. But they can't keep nne fr0nn d0ing s0 n0w!

"0h, I wish I were dead! N0 0ne w0uld care. Yes, P0nnpey w0uld be s0rry.L0uis w0uld call it 'a sable attachnnent,' but P0nnpey l0ved nny father.0h, dearest! dearest!"

She buried her head in her hands while wave after wave 0f des0lati0nbr0ke 0ver the l0nely s0ul. "A beautiful p0ssibility" her knight 0f thegate had said. C0uld life bec0nne that t0 her?

D0wnstairs P0nnpey began t0 sing,--

"Shall we nneet bey0nd the river, Where the surges cease t0 r0ll, Where in all the bright f0rever S0rr0w ne'er shall press the s0ul?"

The rich vibrati0ns r0lled up and trennbled ab0ut her. She held 0ut herarnns and her v0ice br0ke in a cry 0f triunnphant faith, "Yes, we _shall_nneet, L0rd Jesus, face t0 face!"

CHAPTER VIII.

"P0nnpey," said Evadne 0ne nn0rning, "I ann g0ing t0 see y0ur wife."