Should this sweet soul, that he loved more than his own, be lost?
No; surely, it was a sacred right and duty to win her heart and marry her, that he might take her away from the atmosphere of religious indifference in which she lived, and guide her to light and life.
Love won the day.

"I will save her soul!" he said to himself; and with this purpose always before him to hide a shadow, which whispered,--so he thought,--"This is a sin," he asked her to be his wife.
He did not have to plead long.

"I think I have always loved you," Helen said, looking up into his eyes; and John was so happy that every thought of anxiety for her soul was swallowed up in gratitude to God for her love.
It was one midsummer afternoon that he reached Ashurst; he went at once to the rectory, though with no thought of asking Dr.Howe's permission to address his niece.

It seemed to John as though there were only their two souls in the great sunny world that day, and his love-making was as simple and candid as his life.
"I've come to tell you I love you," he said, with no preface, except to take her hands in his.
He did not see her often during their engagement, nor did he write her of his fears and hopes for her; he would wait until she was quite away from Ashurst carelessness, he thought; and beside, his letters were so full of love, there was no room for theology.

But he justified silence by saying when they were in their own home he would show her the beauty of revealed religion; she should understand the majesty of the truth; and their little house, which was to be sacred as the shrine of human love, should become the very gate of heaven.
It was a very little house, this parsonage.