Through Waldstricker's baby she had measured the height of God's love and forgiveness, and through his own unrighteous arrogancy she had plumbed the depths of human woe. She thrilled at the thought of little Elsie, of Helen's joy this birthday of Jesus, the tender teacher of her youth. She would have welcomed them, but she didn't want to see Waldstricker. By the crack of his whip, he had destroyed her love-life, as a bubble from a child's pipe is broken by a gust of wind. But before she could frame her refusal, Ebenezer Waldstricker appeared in the doorway. He came forward to the bed and held out his hand. "Tessibel," he said huskily, "I'm bowed with shame before you. Child, I cannot tell you how sorry I am." Tess took his hand without the slightest show of hesitation. "I'm glad you've got your baby home," she murmured brokenly, and that was all. A great emotion shook Ebenezer's soul as a giant oak is shaken in a mighty wind. "Last night when I sent you away," he explained tensely, "I didn't know about your bringing her back. I appreciate, child, that's no excuse for me. Nor did I know, then, that you were married--" He stopped, the bitter pain in his throat aching his voice into silence. "Mr. Graves is dead," he whispered, "and my sister--" "Oh, I'm so sorry for her, Mr. Waldstricker," cried Tess, struggling up. Deforrest stepped forward to Ebenezer's side and supported her. "Yes, you would be," the elder asserted. "Your heart is so tender.... My poor little Madelene--I fear the shock will kill her. She doesn't know yet that she really had no husband." Tessibel's eyes grew large with astonishment. Then, Frederick had exonerated her to Waldstricker. Her eyes sought Deforrest Young's. "Mr. Waldstricker told me downstairs about it, my darling," he said tenderly. "My brave little girl!" Tess flashed a sudden look at Ebenezer. "Mr. Waldstricker, I never want your sister to know she wasn't Fred--I mean Mr. Graves' wife," she told him. "It won't do any good and I'd rather you wouldn't tell her." Then, surely, did Tess win from her proud enemy all the respect and reverence he could bestow on any human being. Ebenezer Waldstricker lowered his lips and pressed them to the slender hand he held. "My dear, my dear," he moaned. "If I could only undo some of it." Oh, how Tessibel wanted some of it undone, too. Her red head bowed slowly over his strong white hand. "Oh, Mr. Waldstricker," she burst forth with sobs, "I want my little baby so bad, so awful bad." Ebenezer uttered a groan and wheeling quickly went from the room. * * * * * Later in the day, when they were alone together, Deforrest sat down beside Tessibel. "Now, you can tell me all about it, child," he said.