The Parkerstown Delegate — Grace Livingston Hill

Lois had always liked him very much, but she was afraid of him. He might make fun of their meetings, but now to have this young man come-oh!

She had not known what to say nor how to say anything indeed, but the young man who knelt across the room listening was amazed, and found himself wondering if it was really Lois Peters who was talking in that sweet voice, apparently to some One who stood close beside her, and in whom she seemed to have the utmost confidence.

For the first time in his life he believed that there was something in religion which he did not understand, a power that reached into the heart-life as nothing else could do......