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shortly；　〃they　say　that　there　is　a　woman　buried　beneath　it；　I

believe。〃



〃A　woman　buried　there！〃　I　exclaimed　in　surprise；　〃but　who？〃



〃How　should　I　know？　　They　know　nothing　whatever　about　it。　　The

place　is　full　of　stupid　traditions　of　that　kind。〃　　Then；　looking

suspiciously　round　at　me；　〃Why　do　you　ask？〃



〃I　don't　know；　it　was　just　something　to　say；〃　I　answered

plaintively。　　His　strange　mood　so　worked　upon　my　nerves；　that　it

was　all　that　I　could　do　to　restrain　my　tears。　　I　think　that　my　tone

struck　his　conscience；　for　he　made　a　few　feverish　attempts　at

conversation　after　that。　　But　they　were　so　entirely　abortive　that

he　soon　abandoned　the　effort；　and　we　finished　our　walk　to　church　as

speechlessly　as　we　had　begun　it。



The　service　was　bright；　and　the　sermon　perhaps　a　little

commonplace；　but　sensible　as　it　seemed　to　me　in　matter；　and

adequate　in　style。　　The　peaceful　evening　hymn　which　followed；　the

short　solemn　pause　of　silent　prayer　at　the　end；　soothed　and

refreshed　my　spirit。　　A　hasty　glance　at　my　companion's　face　as　he

stood　waiting　for　me　in　the　porch；　with　the　full　light　from　the

church　streaming　round　him；　assured　me　that　the　same　influence　had

touched　him　too。　　Haggard　and　sad　he　still　looked；　it　is　true；　but

his　features　were　composed；　and　the　expression　of　actual　pain　had

left　his　eyes。



Silent　as　we　had　come　we　started　homeward　through　the　waning

moonlight；　but　this　silence　was　of　a　very　different　nature　to　the

other；　and　after　a　minute　or　two　I　did　not　hesitate　to　break　it。



〃It　was　a　good　sermon？〃　I　observed；　interrogatively。



〃Yes；〃　he　assented；　〃I　suppose　you　would　call　it　so；　but　I　confess

that　I　should　have　found　the　text　more　impressive　without　its

exposition。〃



〃Poor　man！〃



〃But　don't　you　often　find　it　so？〃　he　asked。　　〃Do　you　not　often

wish；　to　take　this　evening's　instance；　that　clergymen　would　infuse

themselves　with　something　of　St。　Paul's　own　spirit？　　Then　perhaps

they　would　not　water　all　the　strength　out　of　his　words　in　their

efforts　to　explain　them。〃



〃That　is　rather　a　large　demand　to　make　upon　them；　is　it　not？〃



〃Is　it？〃　he　questioned。　　〃I　don't　ask　them　to　be　inspired　saints。

I　don't　expect　St。　Paul's　breadth　and　depth　of　thought。　　But　could

they　not　have　something　of　his　vigorous　completeness；　something　of

the　intensity　of　his　feeling　and　belief？　　Look　at　the　text　of　to…

night。　　Did　not　the　preacher's　examples　and　applications　take

something　from　its　awful　unqualified　strength？〃



〃Awful！〃　I　exclaimed；　in　surprise；　〃that　is　hardly　the　expression　I

should　have　used　in　connection　with　those　words。〃



〃Why　not？〃



〃Oh；　I　don't　know。　　The　text　is　very　beautiful；　of　course；　and　at

times；　when　people　are　tiresome　and　one　ought　to　be　nice　to　them；

it　is　very　difficult　to　act　up　to。　　But〃



〃But　you　think　that　'awful'　is　rather　a　big　adjective　to　use　for　so

small　a　duty；〃　interposed　Alan；　and　the　moonlight　showed　the

flicker　of　a　smile　upon　his　face。　　Then　he　continued；　gravely；　〃I

doubt　whether　you　yourself　realize　the　full　import　of　the　words。

The　precept　of　charity　is　not　merely　a　code　of　rules　by　which　to

order　our　conduct　to　our　neighbors；　it　is　the　picture　of　a

spiritual　condition；　and　such；　where　it　exists　in　us；　must　by　its

very　nature　be　roused　into　activity　by　anything　that　affects　us。

So　with　this　particular　injunction；　every　circumstance　in　our　lives

is　a　challenge　to　it；　and　in　presence　of　all　alike　it　admits　of　one

attitude　only：　'Beareth　all　things；　endureth　all　things。'　　I　hope

it　will　be　long　before　that　'all'　sticks　in　your　gizzard；　Evie；

before　you　come　face　to　face　with　things　which　nature　cannot　bear；

and　yet　which　must　be　borne。〃



He　stopped；　his　voice　quivering；　and　then　after　a　pause　went　on

again　more　calmly；　〃And　throughout　it　is　the　same。　　Moral　precepts

everywhere；　which　will　admit　of　no　compromise；　no　limitation；　and

yet　which　are　at　war　with　our　strongest　passions。　　If　one　could

only　interpose　some　'unless；'　some　'except；'　even　an　'until；'　which

should　be　short　of　the　grave。　　But　we　cannot。　　The　law　is　infinite；

universal；　eternal；　there　is　no　escape；　no　repose。　　Resist；　strive；

endure；　that　is　the　recurring　cry；　that　is　existence。〃



〃And　peace；〃　I　exclaimed；　appealingly。　　〃Where　is　there　room　for

peace；　if　that　be　true？〃



He　sighed　for　answer；　and　then　in　a　changed　and　lower　tone　added；

〃However　thickly　the　clouds　mass；　however　vainly　we　search　for　a

coming　glimmer　in　their　midst；　we　never　doubt　that　the　sky　IS　still

beyondbeyond　and　around　us；　infinite　and　infinitely　restful。〃



He　raised　his　eyes　as　he　spoke；　and　mine　followed　his。　　We　had

entered　the　wooded　glen。　　Through　the　scanty　autumn　foliage　we

could　see　the　stars　shining　faintly　in　the　dim　moonlight；　and

beyond　them　the　deep　illimitable　blue。　　A　dark　world　it　looked；

distant　and　mysterious；　and　my　young　spirit　rebelled　at　the

consolation　offered　me。



〃Peace　seems　a　long　way　off；〃　I　whispered。



〃It　is　for　me；〃　he　answered；　gently；　〃not　necessarily　for　you。〃



〃Oh；　but　I　am　worse　and　weaker　than　you　are。　　If　life　is　to　be　all

warfare；　I　must　be　beaten。　　I　cannot　always　be　fighting。〃



〃Cannot　you？　　Evie；　what　I　have　been　saying　is　true　of　every　moral

law　worth　having；　of　every　ideal　of　life　worth　striving　after；　that

men　have　yet　conceived。　　But　it　is　only　half　the　truth　of

Christianity。　　You　know　that。　　We　must　strive；　for　the　promise　is

to　him　that　overcometh；　but　though　our　aim　be　even　higher　than　is

that　of　others；　we　cannot　in　the　end　fail　to　reach　it。　　The　victory

of　the　Cross　is　ours。　　You　know　that？　　You　believe　that？〃



〃Yes〃　I　answered；　softly；　too　surprised　to　say　more。　　In　speaking

of　religion　he；　as　a　rule；　showed　to　the　full　the　reserve　which　is

characteristic　of　his　class　and　country；　and　this　sudden　outburst

was　in　itself　astonishing；　but　the　eager　anxiety　with　which　he

emphasized　the　last　words　of　appeal　impressed　and　bewildered　me

still　further。　　We　walked　on　for　some　minutes　in　silence。　　Then

suddenly　Alan　stopped；　and　turning；　took　my　hand　in　his。　　In　what

direction　his　mind　had　been　working　in　the　interval　I　could　not

divine；　but　the　moment　he　began　to　speak　I　felt　that　he　was　now　for

the　first　time　giving　utterance　to　what　had　been　really　at　the

bottom　of　his　thoughts　the　whole　evening。　　Even　in　that　dim　light　I

could　see　the　anxious　look　upon　his　face；　and　his　voice　shook　with

restrained　emotion。



〃Evie；〃　he　said；　〃have　you　ever　thought　of　the　world　in　which　our

spirits　dwell；　as　our　bodies　do　in　this　one　of　matter　and　sense；

and　of　how　it　may　be　peopled？　　I　know；〃　he　went　on　hurriedly；　〃that

it　is　the　fashion　nowadays　to　laugh　at　such　ideas。　　I　envy　those

who　have　never　had　cause　to　be　convinced　of　their　reality；　and　I

hope　that　you　may　long　remain　among　the　number。　　But　should　that

not　be　so；　should　those　unseen　influences　ever　touch　your　life；　I

want　you　to　remember　then；　that；　as　one　of　the　race　for　whom　Christ

died；　you　have　as　high　a　citizenship　in　that　spirit　land　as　any

creature　there：　that　you　are　your　own　soul's　warden；　and　that

neither　principalities　nor　powers　can　rob　you　of　that　your

birthright。〃



I　think　my　face　must　have　shown　my　bewilderment；　for　he　dropped　my

hand；　and　walked　on　with　an　impatient　sigh。



〃You　don't　understand　me。　　Why　should　you？　　I　dare…say　that　I　am

talking　nonsenseonlyonly〃



His　voice　expressed　such　an　agony　of　doubt　and　hesitation　that　I

burst　out



〃I　think　that　I　do　understand　you　a　little；　Alan。　　You　mean　that

even　from　unearthly　enemies　there　is　nothing　that　we　need　really

fearat　least；　that　is；　I　suppose；　nothing　worse　than　death。　　But

that　is　surely　enough！〃



〃Why　should　you　fear　death？〃　he　said；　abruptly；　〃your　soul　will

live。〃



〃Yes；　I　know　that；　but　still〃　　I　stopped　with　a　shudder。



〃What　is　life　after　all　but　one　long　death？〃　he　went　on；　with

sudden　violence。　　〃Our　pleasures；　our　hopes；　our　youth　are　all

dying；　ambition　dies；　and　even　desire　at　last；　our　passions　and

tastes　will　die；　or　will　live　only　to　mourn　their　dead　opportunity。

The　happiness　of　love　dies　with　the　loss　of　the　loved；　and；　worst

of　all；　love　itself　grows　old　in　our　hearts　and　dies。　　Why　should

we　shrink　only　from　the　one　death　which　can　free　us　from　all　the

others？〃



〃It　is　not　true；　Alan！〃　I　cried；　hotly。　　〃What　you　say　is　not　true。

There　are　many　things　even　here　which　are　living　and　shall　live；

and　if　it　were　otherwise；　in　everything；　life　that　ends　in　death　is

better　than　no　life　at　all。〃



〃You　say　that；〃　he　answered；　〃because　for　you　these　things　are　yet

living。　　To　leave　life　now；　therefore；　while　it　is　full　and　sweet；

untainted　by　death；　surely　that　is　not　a　fate　to　fear。　　Better；　a

thousand　times　better；　to　see　the　cord　cut　with　one　blow　while　it

is　still　whole　and　strong；　and　to　launch　out　straight　into　the

great　ocean；　than　to　sit　watching　through　the　slow　years；　while

strand　after　strand；　thread　by　thread；　loosens　and　unwinds　itself；

each　with　its　own　separate　pang　breaking；　bringing　the　bitterness

of　death　without　its　release。



His　manner；　the　despairing　ring　in　his　voice；　alarmed　me　even　more

than　his　words。　　Clinging　to　his　arm　with　both　hands；　while　the

tears　sprang　to　my　eyes



〃Alan；〃　I　cried；　〃don't　say　such　things；don't　talk　like　that。

You　are　making　me　miserable。〃



He　stopped　short　at　my　words；　with　bent　head；　his　features　hidden

in　the　shadow　thus　cast　upon　them；nothing　in　his　motionless　form

to　show　what　was　passing　within　him。　　Then　he　looked　up；　and　turned

his　face　to　the　moonlight　and　to　me；　laying　his　hand　on　one　of

mine。



〃Don't　be　afraid；〃　he　said；　〃it　is　all　right；　my　little　David。　　You

have　driven　the　evil　spirit　away。〃　　And　lifting　my　hand；　he　pressed

it　gently　to　his　lips。　　Then　drawing　it　within　his　arm；　he　went　on；

as　he　walked　forward；　〃And　even　when　it　was　on　me　at　its　wors