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FURTHER CHRONICLES OF AVONLEA

has given me strength to confess my sin and glorify His holy name.”

The broken tones ceased, and David Bell sat down, wiping the great drops of perspiration from his brow. To a man of his training, and cast of thought, no ordeal could be more terrible than that through which he had just passed. But underneath the turmoil of his emotion he felt a great calm and peace, threaded with the exultation of a hard-won spiritual victory.

Over the whole church was a solemn hush. The evangelist’s “amen” was not spoken with his usual unctuous fervor, but very gently and reverently. In spite of his coarse fiber, he could appreciate the nobility behind such a confession as this, and the deeps of stern suffering it sounded.

Before the last prayer the pastor paused and looked around.

“Is there yet one,” he asked gently, “who wishes to be especially remembered in our concluding prayer?”

For a moment nobody moved. Then Mollie Bell stood up in the choir seat, and, down by the stove, Eben, his flushed, boyish face held high, rose sturdily to his feet in the midst of his companions.

“Thank God,” whispered Mary Bell.

“Amen,” said her husband, huskily.

“Let us pray,” said Mr. Bentley.