deal to my father, who said
to me one day simply that the doctor had talked to him."

"He talked to me, also," said Gabriella. "And did not persuade you?"

"He said I almost persuaded him!"

"And then, too, my father and I have arranged the money trouble. It is
not the best, but the best possible. When I came home from college, I
brought with me almost half the money I had accumulated. I turned this
over to my father, of course. It will go toward making necessary
repairs. But it was not enough, and the woods has had to go. The farm
shall not be sold, but the woods is rented for a term of years as hemp
land, the trees must be deadened and cut down. I am sorry; it is the
last of the forest of my great-grandfather. But with the proceeds, the
place can be put into fairly good condition, and this is the greatest
relief to my father and mother--and to me."

"It is a good arrangement."

After a pause, he continued in a changed tone:--

"And now while everything is pleasant at home, it is the time for me to
go away. My father was right: this is no place for me. I must be where
people think as I do--must live where I shall not be alone. There will
soon be plenty of companions everywhere. The whole world will believe
in Evolution before I am an old man."

"I think you are right," she said quietly. "It is best for you to go
and to go at once."

When he spoke again, plainly he was inspired with fresh confidence by
her support of his plans.

"And now, Gabriella, I must tell you what I have determined to do in
life: I want your approval of that, and then I am perfectly happy."

"Ah," she said quickly, "that is what I have been wanting to know. It
is very important. Your whole future depends on a wise choice."

"I am going to some college--to some northern university, as soon as
possible. I shall have to work my way through, sometimes by teaching,
in whatever way I can. I want to study physical science. I want to
teach some branch of it. It draws me, draws all that is in me. That is
to be my life-work. And now?"

He waited for her answer: it did not come at once.

"You have chosen wisely. I am so glad!"

"Oh, Gabriella!" he cried, "if you had failed me in that, I do not know
what I should have done! Science! Science! There is the fresh path for
the faith of the race! For the race henceforth must get its idea of
God, and build its religion to Him, from its knowledge of the laws of
His universe. A million years from no