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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 worst； I
was not meditating suicide； as I think you imagine。 I am a very
average specimen of humanity；neither brave enough to defy the
possibilities of eternity nor cowardly enough to shirk those of
time。 No； I was only trying idiotically to persuade a girl of
eighteen that life was not worth living； and more futilely still；
myself； that I did not wish her to live。 I am afraid； that in my
mind philosophy and fact have but small connection with each other；
and though my theorizing for your welfare may be true enough； yet；
I cannot help it； Evie；it would go terrib