with the intellect of man. Others might reverently approach the Throne of Infinite Wisdom with so much of the childlike simplicity of faith in their organization as to abandon all doubts and questionings, but not so this investigating mind. She was subject to natural laws governing her organization, by obedience to which she could alone intelligently worship at the Throne of infinite love and knowledge. So long as she felt blindly led, stumbling blocks were sure to hedge her pathway, but when intellect, the channel through which all her convictions must receive their moulding process, was allowed its normal sway, her trust and faith were as clear and firm as Walter's.
During Walter's next visit home in the summer vacation, James Morgan and his wife paid a visit to Orange Grove, with their little son, a sprightly babe of six months. Mary had at great desire for her parents to see the little fellow, thinking it possible her father might relent at the sight of the priceless treasure, possessing such uncommon merit in her eyes. As it would not do for her to go there, it was decided that Walter and Rosalind should take him to Mr. Kingley's, thus affording his wife an opportunity to see him, whether he consented to it or not. They did so, and she was overjoyed, laughing and crying alternately as she fondled and kissed the babe again and again, while the little cherub kicked and crowed as if the whole world was bound to make him happy. Mr. Kingley received them coldly, taking no notice of the baby. He peeped suspiciously at them from under his shaggy eyebrows, showing
