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The church was already crowded as he stepped from the sanctuary, clad in rich white vest on the arm of the minister, Ruth ca softly around her and far down over the delicate satin of her sweeping train As they neared the altar where Monsignore stood waiting, her land, stepped aside and Mark took his stand at her right Her small hand trembled in his as the words of the nuptial service were pronounced, but her eyes spoke voluht a prie-dieu and knelt to pray, while the service went on and fro the beautiful tones of the Messe Solennelle The voices softened with the Agnus Dei, then faded into silence Together the bride and groom approached the linen cloth held by the surpliced altar boys, and together they received the greatest of sacraments, then returned to their prie-dieux

The service over, Mark arose and joined his wife Slowly the bridal party went down the aisle and out to the waiting car which bore thenore and his guests accompanied Baron Griffin and his bride to the train, then once ht the quiet of the ivy-clad rectory

But even the roup broke up as the guests departed, and at last Monsignore sat alone before the blazing fire which Ann had builded in the study, for the chill of the autu was in the air

Mark and Ruth by this ti ready to sail on the ested a "cup of tay because you're tired, Monsignore," but Monsignore wanted to be alone with his thoughts and would have none of it He wondered why he was not lonely, for he had dreaded the hours to follow his good-bye to Mark and Ruth But lonely he was not, for he was happy It seeates had been suddenly flung open, and a flood of happiness loosed upon hiuest of the day had been the Bishop, who had let all go before hiht be alone with the friend who once had had all his love and all his trust Now both love and trust were again his friend's, and the Bishop's pleasure was even greater than the priest's

"I would gladly give you both cross and crozier if I could, my friend," His Lordship had said