light upon my own peculiar theological puzzles, and almost
convinced me that my duty was to preach a new gospel.

As I drove up to the steps of Mrs. Clarkson's boarding-house it
seemed to me a month had elapsed since last I was there, and this
apparent lapse of time was all that prevented my ascribing to
miraculous agencies the wonderful and delightful change that
Alice's countenance had undergone in two short days. Composure,
quickness of perception, the ability to guard one's self, are
indications of character which are particularly in place in the
countenance of a young lady in society, but when, without losing
these, the face takes on the radiance born of love and trust, the
effect is indescribably charming--especially to the eyes of the
man who causes the change. Longer, more out-of-the-way roads
between Hillcrest and the Falls I venture to say were never known
than I drove over that afternoon, and my happy companion, who in
other days I had imagined might one day, by her decision,
alertness and force exceed the exploits of Lady Baker or Miss
Tinne, never once asked if I was sure we were on the right road.
Only a single cloud came over her brow, and of this I soon learned
the cause.

"Harry," said she, pressing closer to my side, and taking an
appealing tone, "do you love me well enough to endure something
unpleasant for my sake?"

My answer was not verbally expressed, but its purport seemed to be
understood and accepted, for Alice continued:--

"I wouldn't undo a bit of what's happened--I'm the happiest,