one, returning
her check, assuring her that everything was fully paid, and expressing
his pleasure that she had found a real home and congenial work. Then he
dismissed her from his mind.

A week later he went to the seminary, and Pat accompanied him as far as
the preparatory school where he was to enter upon his duties as athletic
coach.

Courtland found the atmosphere of the seminary quite different from
college. The men were older. They had chosen definitely their work in
the world. Their talk was of things ecclesiastical. The happenings of
the day were spoken of with reference to the religious world. It was a
new viewpoint in every sense of the word. And yet he was disappointed
that he did not find a more spiritual atmosphere among the young men who
were studying for the ministry. If anywhere in the world the Presence
might be expected to be moving and apparent it should be here, he
reasoned, where men had definitely given themselves to the study of the
Gospel of Christ, and where all were supposed to believe in Him and to
have acknowledged Him before the world. He found himself the only man in
the place who was not a member of any church, and yet there were but
three or four that he had the feeling he could speak to about the
Presence and not be looked upon as "queer." There was much worldly talk.
There was a great deal of church gossip about churches and ministers;
what this one was paid and what that one got; the chances of a man being
called to a city church when he was just out of the seminary. It was the
way his father had talked when he told him he wanted to study theology.
It turned him sick at heart to hear them. It seemed so far from the
attitude a servant of the Lord should have. He was in a fair way to lose
his ideal of ministers as well as of women. He mentioned it one day
bitterly to Pat when he came over to spend a spare evening, as he
frequently did.

"I think you're wrong," said Pat, in his queer, abrupt way. "From what I
can figure there was only a few of those guys got around Christ and knew
what he really was! You didn't suppose it would be any different now,
did you? Guess you'll find it that way everywhere, only a few _real_
folks in _any_ gang!"

Courtland looked at Pat in wonder. He was a constant surprise to his
friend, in that he grew so fast in the Christian life. He had a little
Bible that he had bought before he left the city. It was small and fine
and expensive, utterly unlike Pat,