Donald Brown, a forceful young preacher, had given up his life of luxury in St. Timothy's parish to come and live in the "Brown Study" among the people of need. He had left, too, a woman he loved and who begged him to come back to the old life. But Donald kept on ministering to the poor and at last the girl came to him confessing she would have been disappointed if he had answered her call.
an's figure, clad from head to foot in furs, sprang from the car at the curb, ran across the sidewalk, and in at the open door.
"Go back to the hotel and come for me at twelve, Simpson," she said to her chauffeur as she passed him, and the next moment she was inside the house and had flung the door heavily shut behind her.
"O Don!" she cried, and assailed the tall figure before her with a furry embrace, which was returned with a right good will.
"Well, well, Sue girl! Have you driven seventy miles to see me?" was Brown's response. Bim, circling madly around the pair, barked his emotion.
"Is this--" began Brown's visitor, glancing rapidly about her as she released herself. "Is this--" she began again, and stopped helplessly. Then, "O Don!" she said once more, and again, "O Don!"--and laughed.
"Yes, I know," said Brown, smiling. "Here, let me take off your furs. It's pretty warm here, I imagine. Bim and I are apt to keep a lot of wood on the fire."
"At your feet--and your service."