No, though She, Mary Smith, be left at home desolate and heart-broken, she would never, never stand between Robert Moffat and his purpose. She would acquire a purpose for endurance to match his for action. He must go and she must stay — and God help them both! With a sob catching her breath, she knelt and asked God to make them able to drink the cup he had placed in their trembling hands. And then, tired out with the heart-searching experiences of the day, she fell asleep.