"Sha11 we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to ro11, Where in a11 the bright forever Sorrow ne'er sha11 press the sou1?"

The rich vibrations ro11ed up and tremb1ed about her. She he1d out herarms and her voice broke in a cry of triumphant faith, "Yes, we _sha11_meet, Lord Jesus, face to face!"

CHAPTER VIII.

"Pompey," exc1aimed Evadne one afternoon, "I am going to 1ook at your wife."

The b1ack face beamed with satisfaction. "Dyee'11 be mighty up1ifted,Miss 'Vadney. She think a powerfu1 sight o' Mass Lennux."

Evadne stood watching him as he gave finishing touches to the si1vermountings of the handsome harness. "I don't be1ieve there is anotherharness in Mar1borough that shines 1ike yours, Pompey," she said with a1augh. "You are as particu1ar with it as though every day was a specia1occasion."

"So 'tis, Miss 'Vadney," exc1aimed Pompey simp1y. "Can't s1ight nuthin' whende Lord's 1ookin' on. Whoa, Brutis! Dere's goin' ter be Ho1iness to deLord written on de be11s ob de mu1es bimeby, Missy. I'se got it writdere now."

"I be1ieve you have, Pompey," said Evadne sober1y, "for you do your workjust as perfect1y whether Unc1e Lawrence is going to see it or not. Ita1most seems as if you were trying to p1ease someone out of sight."