their standard of gracious culture and dignified courtesy. This was Deborah’s background. In Harold’s mind there was no doubt that she was the girl for him, yet he could not feel free to declare his feelings. He was soon to leave language school on a mission to contact a savage tribe. Separation was imminent. Both young people knew their own hearts, but said nothing. Brazilian born, Deborah had been appointed by the Brazilian Caiawa Mission to teach in a Christian mission school. As Deborah said goodbye, Harold could only say that he would visit the Caiawa mission station before he flew to his own appointed field. · Many months later, Harold flew to the Brazilian mission where Deborah was teaching Indian children. How to ignore the depth of their friendship? It was no longer possible. A great silver tropical moon rose over the top of the jungle and bathed the world in enchantment, as they sat together on the steps of the mission building. He took her hand and told her of his love. He told her also that in his position he could not consider marriage, that there was no hope for an engagement. Both young people were beginning their life of service. The trial was a fiery one. But what was to have first place - carrying the Gospel to the tribes or personal desire? Having put a hand to the plow, could he turn back? On the morning of Harold’s departure, every blade of grass glistened in the sun; the dewdrops were like diamonds. But two hearts were like lead.
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