Captain Clendenon, as he sat by her side and heard the low, musical voice as it uttered the prayerful responses to the Litany, thought her but little lower than the angels. She in her deep and newly roused humility felt herself scarcely worthy to take the name of a long misunderstood Saviour on her lips. Few of the congregation who commented, on dispersing, relative to the pearl-fair beauty and elegant apparel of the Senator's deserted wife, fathomed the feelings that throbbed tumultuously beneath that pale calm bearing as they left the sacred edifice. "Lulu," she queried later, as up in the young lady's dressing-room they had laid aside their warm wrappings and furs. "Lulu, what do you do for Christ?" Lulu turned about in some surprise: "What do I do for Christ?" she repeated. "Oh, Gracie, too little, I fear." "'Tell me," she persisted. "Well, then, I have my Sabbath-school class, my list of Christ's poor, whom I visit and aid to the best of my ability, my missionary fund, and finally, Gracie, dearest, whatever my hand 'findeth to do,' I try to do with all my might." Gracie stood still, twisting one of the long curls that swept to her waist over one diamond-ringed white finger. "Darling, why do you ask?" Lulu said, with her arm about the other's waist. The fair cheek nestled confidingly against Lulu's own. "I want to help you, if you will let me--let me go with you on your errands for Christ. I belong to the world no longer. Show me how to fill up the measure of my days with prayerful work for the Master." One pearly drop from Lulu's eyes fell down on the golden head that had pillowed itself on her breast. "God, I thank Thee," she murmured, "that there is joy in heaven to-day over the lamb that has come into the fold." She whispered it to Brother Willie that day at a far corner of the parlor when they happened to be alone for a moment together. He glanced across at the slender, stately figure standing at the window between the falling lace curtains, looking wistfully out. "It is natural," he said. "A nature so pure, so strong, so devotional as hers must needs have more than the world can give to satisfy its immortal cravings. Poor girl! she is passing through the fire of affliction. Let us thank God that she is coming out _pure gold_." After awhile, when Lulu had slipped from the room, leaving them alone together, he crossed over to her side, and began telling her of his experiences and adventures abroad. She listened, pleased and interested, soothed by his kind, almost brotherly tone. "You do not ask me after Winans," said he, playfully, at last. She did not answer, save by a heightened flush. "You did not know that through his reckless bravery, his gentleness and humanity to his men, he has risen to the rank of general in the army of France?" A soldierly flash in the clear gray eyes. "Yes," she answered in a low voice; "I have seen it in the newspapers." "You have? Then you have seen also that he----"