which floated out to caress and soothe and enfold
him. There was no spiritual, or at least pious,
effect in it now. He fancied that it must be
secular music, or, if not, then something adapted
to marriage ceremonies, -- rich, vivid, passionate, a
celebration of beauty and the glory of possession,
with its ruling note of joy only heightened by soft,
wooing interludes, and here and there the tremor
of a fond, timid little sob.

Theron turned away irresolutely, half frightened
at the undreamt-of impression this music was mak-
ing upon him. Then, all at once, he wheeled and
stepped boldly into the porch, pushing the inner
door open and hearing it rustle against its leathern
frame as it swung to behind him.

He had never been inside a Catholic church
before.

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