arded as the enemies of the faith. Later the
evolutionists were looked on with abhorrence. Had any clergyman ventured
to assent to that doctrine which we now know to be the everlasting truth
of the scheme of earthly life propounded by the Creator, he would have
been compelled to leave the Church. I do not know what will happen to
me, my Phyllis. No, no! do not say anything to me now. All that I ask of
you is to think--think--think."

"That is it--that is your modern scientific spirit!" she cried. "You,
and such as you, say 'think--think--think' to us--to poor women and
men who are asking for comfort, for protection against the evil of
the world. You say 'think--think--think,' when you should say
pray--pray--pray.' Where are you going to end? you have begun by taking
from us our Bible. What do you propose to give us in exchange for it?
No--no, don't answer me. I did not mean to enter into the question with
you--to enter into any question with you. I have no right to do so."

"You have every right, Phyllis. If I should cause offence to the least
of the little ones of the flock with which I have been intrusted, it
would be better that a millstone were hanged round my neck and that I
were cast into the sea. You have a right to ask and it is laid on me to
answer."

"Then I decline to avail myself of the privilege; I will ask you
nothing, except to say good-by."

"I will not say it, Phyllis, and I will not hear you say it. Three
months ago you told me that you loved me."

"And I fancied that I did, but now----"

"Ah! you think that you have the power to cease loving at a moment's
notice? You will find out your mistake, my child. In love there are no
good-bys. I take your hand now, but not to say good-by; I feel that
you are still mine--that you will be mine more than ever when you
think--think--and pray."

"Ah! You ask me to pray?"

"Pray--pray for me, child. I need the prayers of such as you, for I feel
that my hour of deepest trial is drawing nigh. Do you fancy that I am
the man to take back anything that I have written? Look at me, Phyllis;
I tell you here that I will stand by everything that I have written.
Whatever comes of it, the book remains. Even if I lose all that I have
worked for,--even if I lose you,--I will still say 'the book remains.' I
am ready to suffer for it. I say in all humility that I believe God will
give me grace to die for it."

She had given him her hand. He was still holding it when he s