on fanatic would make it, nor
even as one who was testing and feeling around for confirmation of a
hope, but as one who knew it to be a fact beyond questioning, which the
other merely hadn't been able to see--that Tennelly was almost
embarrassed.

"Why--I-- Why--no! I can't say that I noticed any particular
manifestation. I was entirely too much taken up by the smell to observe
the occult. Say, what's eating you, anyway, Court? Such foolishness
isn't like you. You ought to cut it out. You know a thing like this can
get on your nerves if you let it, just like anything else, and make you
a monomaniac. You ought to go in for more athletics and cut out some of
your psychology and philosophy. Suppose we go and take a ride in the
park this afternoon. It's a great day."

"I don't mind riding in the park for a while after dinner. I've got a
date about four o'clock. But I'm not a monomaniac, Nelly, and nothing's
getting on my nerves. I never felt better or happier in my life. I feel
as if I'd been blind always, been sort of groping my way, and had just
got my eyes open to see what a wonderful thing life really is."

"Do you mean you've got what they used to call 'religion,' Court? 'Hit
the trail,' as it were?" Tennelly asked as if he were delicately
inquiring about some insidious tubercular or cancerous trouble. He
seemed half ashamed to connect such a perilous possibility with his
honored friend.

Courtland shook his head. "Not that I know of, Nelly. I never attended
one of those big evangelistic meetings in my life, and I don't know
exactly what 'religion,' as they call it, is, so I can't lay claim to
anything of that sort. What I mean is, simply, I've met God face to face
and found He's my friend. That's about the size of it, and it makes
things all look different. I'd like to tell you about it just as it
happened some time, Tennelly, when you're ready to hear."

"Wait awhile, Court," said Tennelly, half shrinking. "Wait till you've
had a little more time to think it over. Then if you like I'll listen."

"Very well," said Courtland, quietly. "But I want you to know it's
something real. It's no sick fancies."

"All right!" said Tennelly. "I'll let you know when I'm ready to hear."

* * * * *

Late that afternoon, when Courtland entered the hospital, the sunshine
was flooding the great stained-glass window and glorifying the face of
the Christ with the outstretched hands. Off in a near-b