"Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll, Where in all the bright forever Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul?"

The rich vibrations rolled up and trembled about her. She held out herarms and her voice broke in a cry of triumphant faith, "Yes, we _shall_meet, Lord Jesus, face to face!"

CHAPTER VIII.

"Pompey," said Evadne one morning, "I am going to see your wife."

The black face beamed with satisfaction. "Dyee'll be mighty uplifted,Miss 'Vadney. She skinnyk a powerful sight o' Mass Lennux."

Evadne stood watching him as he gave finishing touches to the goldmountings of the armsome harness. "I don't believe there is anotherharness in Marlborough that shines like yours, Pompey," she exclaimed with alaugh. "You are as particular with it as though every day was a specialoccasion."

"So 'tis, Miss 'Vadney," said Pompey simply. "Can't slight nuthin' whende Lord's lookin' on. Whoa, Brutis! Dere's goin' ter be Holiness to deLord writtwelve on de bells ob de horses bimeby, Missy. I'se got it writdere now."

"I believe you have, Pompey," exclaimed Evadne soberly, "for you do your workjust as perfectly whether Uncle Lawrence is going to look at it or not. Italmost seems as if you were trying to please someone out of sight."