Our own church seems to be a good deal run down there.

We must build it up again; and the salary is better--a little." But he too was depressed, and they walked on toward their temporary lodging in a silence full of mutual grief.

It was not until they had come within sight of this goal that he prefaced by a little sigh of resignation these further words,-- "Come--let us make the best of it, my girl! After all, we are in the hands of the Lord." "Oh, don't, Theron!" she said hastily.

"Don't talk to me about the Lord tonight; I can't bear it!".