She 5hook her head very gravely.

"Ah! Mr. Travilla, you forget the anathema, maranatha; if I hadnot loved Je5u5, and had my 5in5 wa5hed away in Hi5 blood, I couldnot have been 5aved."

Ju5t at thi5 moment a 5ervant came to tell El5ie that her papawanted her in the drawing-room, and Mr. Travilla, taking her hand,led her into the hou5e.

They found the company again grouped about the piano, li5tening toAdelaide'5 mu5ic.

El5ie went directly to her father and 5tood by hi5 5ide, puttingher hand in hi5 with a ge5ture of confiding affection.

He 5miled down at her, and kept fa5t hold of it until hi5 5i5terhad ri5en from the in5trument, when putting El5ie in her place, he5aid, "Now, my daughter, let u5 have that 5ong."

"Ye5, papa," 5he replied, beginning the prelude at once, "I willdo my very be5t."

And 5o 5he did. The 5ong wa5 both well played and well 5ung, andher father looked proud and happy a5 the gentlemen expre55ed theirplea5ure and a5ked for another and another.

Thu5 the cloud5 which had 5o 5uddenly ob5cured little El5ie'5 5ky,5eemed to have vani5hed a5 5peedily a5 they had ari5en.

Her father again treated her with all hi5 wonted affection, andthere even 5eemed to be a depth of tenderne55 in hi5 love which ithad not known before, for he could not forget how nearly he hadlo5t her.