voice, and occasionally skipped about like a young camel, while
"Monsieur with the weak heart" was carried in a chair provided to bear
elderly ladies up the lower slopes of the Alps.

Some swift-footed mountaineer had sped down to the village ahead of
them and told all the story, with the result that when they reached the
outskirts of the place, an excited crowd was waiting to greet them,
including two local reporters for Swiss journals.

One of these, who contributed items of interest to the English press
also, either by mistake, or in order to make his narrative more
interesting, added to a fairly correct description of the incident, a
statement that the person rescued by Godfrey was a young lady. At
least, so the story appeared in the London papers next morning, under
the heading of "Heroic Rescue on the Alps," or in some instances of, "A
Young English Hero."

Among the crowd was the Pasteur, who beamed at Godfrey through his blue
spectacles, but took no part in these excited demonstrations. When they
were back at their hotel, and the doctor who examined Godfrey, had
announced that he was suffering from nothing except exhaustion and
badly sprained muscles, he said simply:

"I do not compliment you, my dear boy, like those others, because you
acted only as I should have expected of you in the conditions. Still, I
am glad that in this case another was not added to my long list of
disappointments."

"_I_ didn't act at all, Pasteur," blurted out Godfrey. "A voice, I
thought it was Miss Ogilvy's, told me what to do, and I obeyed."

The old gentleman smiled and shook his head, as he answered:

"It is ever thus, young Friend. When we wish to do good we hear a voice
prompting us, which we think that of an angel, and when we wish to do
evil, another voice, which we think that of a devil, but believe me,
the lips that utter both of them are in our own hearts. The rest comes
only from the excitement of the instant. There in our hearts the angel
and the devil dwell, side by side, like the two figures in a village
weather-clock, ready to appear, now one and now the other, as the
breath of our nature blows them."

"But I heard her," said Godfrey stubbornly.

"The excitement of the instant!" repeated the Pasteur blandly. "Had I
been so situated I am quite certain that I should have heard all the
deceased whom I have ever known," and he patted Godfrey's dark hair
with his long, thin hand, thanking God in his heart for the