And as I stood and looked down upon the quiet face I saw why Gwen shed no tear, but carried a look of serene triumph.

She had read the face aright.

The lines of weariness that had been growing so painfully clear the last few months were smoothed out, the look of care was gone, and in place of weariness and care, was the proud smile of victory and peace.

He had met his foe and was surprised to find his terror gone.
The service was beautiful in its simplicity.

The minister, The Pilot's chief, had come out from town to take charge.