He forgave them, and asked His Father to do the same."

To these words she listened intently, and a gentler look came into her face. "I like Him," she said. "He was good to little children, and loved the birds and flowers."

A ray of hope shot into Keith's heart. Was he to win after all?

"Give me the knife, Jennie," and he stretched out his hand for the weapon.

But the girl drew back. "No, no!" she cried. "You will keep it. I want it."

"What, to-night?"

"Yes, to-night. I must kill him."

Keith arose. His face was stern. He had tried kindness in vain. The girl must be stopped by force from her mad design.

Jennie read his thoughts only too truly. She clutched the knife more firmly and, before a restraining hand could be laid upon her, she fled down the aisle and out into the cold, silent night.