"
Gracie looked down at the keys, her face aglow. It was a new experience,
this being classed among the Christian workers of the world; making her
music for other purposes than to amuse the gay friends who chanced to
gather around her. She made the keys speak loudly for a few minutes,
then softening them, said:--
"You must not class me with Flossy, Mr. Ried. I only did what she wanted
done. I am not in the least like her, unselfish and gentle and all
that."
But his reply, spoken low, was pleasant to her ears:--
"'By their fruits ye shall know them.'"
He evidently looked upon her as a worker. She could not help feeling
that it was pleasant to be so classed. What an intense young man he was!
Not in the least like those with whom she had hitherto been most
familiar.
There was another voice in the front parlor--a strong, vigorous voice
that carried a sense of power with it.
"Ah!" said Ried, his eyes bright, his face eager; "that is Dr. Everett.
Just study him if you want another type of the sort of Christian about
whom we have been talking; the grandest man!"
Gracie, shielded by the distance, turned on her stool and studied him.
Certainly he did not look much as though he were appointed for early
death.
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