His last doubt was dispelled.

And because she was Strang's wife Obadiah hated the Mormon prophet.

The councilor had spoken with fateful assurance--that he should meet her, that he should make love to her.

It was an assurance that made him shudder.

As he followed in silence up out of the gloom of the town he strove, but in vain, to find whether sin had lurked in the sweet face that had appealed to him in its misery--whether there had been a flash of something besides terror, besides prayerful entreaty, in the lovely eyes that had met his own.