All unnerved by her great trial, Annette rang Mrs. Lasette’s front door bell somewhat hesitatingly and walked wearily into the sitting-room, where she found Mrs. Lasette resting in the interval between twilight and dark.  “Why Annette!” she said with pleased surprise, “I am so glad to see you.  How is Clarence?  I thought you would have been married before now.  I have your wedding present all ready for you.”

“Mrs. Lasette,” Annette said, while her voice trembled with inexpressible sorrow, “it is all over.”

Mrs. Lasette was lighting the lamp and had not seen Annette’s face in the dusk of the evening, but she turned suddenly around at the sound of her voice and noticed the wan face so pitiful in its expression of intense suffering.

“What is the matter, my dear; have you and Luzerne had a lover’s quarrel?”

“No,” said Annette, sadly, and then in the ears of her sympathizing friend she poured her tale of bitter disappointment.  Mrs. Lasette folded the stricken girl to her heart in tenderest manner.

“Oh, Mrs. Lasette,” she said, “you make me feel how good it is for girls to have a mother.”

“Annette, my brave, my noble girl, I am so glad.”

“Glad of what, Mrs. Lasette?”

“Glad that you have been so true to conscience and to duty; glad that you have come through your trial like gold tried in the fiercest fire; glad that my interest in you has not been in vain, and that I have been able to see the blessed fruitage of my love and labors.  And now, my dear child, what next?”

“I must have a change; I must find relief in action.  I feel so weak and bruised in heart.”

“A bruised reed will not break,” murmured Mrs. Lasette to herself.

“Annette,” said Mrs. Lasette, “this has been a fearful trial, but it must not be in vain; let it bring you more than happiness; let it bring you peace and blessedness.  There is only one place for us to bring our sins and our sorrows, and that is the mercy seat.  Let us both kneel there to-night and ask for grace to help in this your time of need.  We are taught to cast our care upon Him for he careth for us.  Come, my child, with the spirit of submission and full surrender, and consecrate your life to his service, body, soul and spirit, not as a dead offering, but a living sacrifice.”

Together they mingled their prayers and tears, and when Annette rose from her knees there was a look of calmness on her face, and a deep peace had entered her soul.  The strange trial was destined to bring joy and gladness and yield the peaceable fruit of righteousness in the future.  Mrs. Lasette wrote to some friends in a distant Southern town where she obtained a situation for Annette as a teacher.  Here she soon found work to enlist her interest and sympathy and bring out all the activity of her soul.  She had found her work and the people among whom she labored had found their faithful friend.