f he be a messenger of Jesus Christ," said Arctura, quietly, "he has
had from you the reception he would expect, for the disciple must be as
his master."

Miss Carmichael stood still abruptly. Her face was in a flame, but her
words came cold and hard.

"I am sorry," she said, "our friendship should come to so harsh a
conclusion, lady Arctura; but it is time it should end when you speak
so to one who has been doing her best for so long to enlighten you! If
this be the first result of your new gospel--well! Remember who said,
'If an angel from heaven preach any other gospel to you than I have
preached, let him be accursed!"

She turned back.

"Oh, Sophia, do not leave me so!" cried Arctura.

But she was already yards away, her skirt making a small whirlwind that
went after her through the withered leaves. Arctura burst into tears,
and sat down at the foot of one of the great beeches. Miss Carmichael
never looked behind her. She met Donal again, for he too had turned: he
uncovered, but she took no heed. She had done with him! Her poor
Arctura.

Donal was walking gently on, thinking, with closed book, when the wind
bore to his ear a low sob from Arctura. He looked up, and saw her: she
sat weeping like one rejected. He could not pass or turn and leave her
thus! She heard his steps in the withered leaves, glanced up, dropped
her head for a moment, then rose with a feeble attempt at a smile.
Donal understood the smile: she would not have him troubled because of
what had taken place!

"Mr. Grant," she said, coming towards him, "St. Paul laid a curse upon
even an angel from heaven if he preached any other gospel than his! It
is terrible!"

"It is terrible, and I say amen to it with all my heart," returned
Donal. "But the gospel you have received is not the gospel of Paul; it
is one substituted for it--and that by no angel from heaven, but by men
with hide-bound souls, who, in order to get them into their own
intellectual pockets, melted down the ingots of the kingdom, and
re-cast them in moulds of wretched legalism, borrowed of the Romans who
crucified their master. Grand, childlike, heavenly things they must
explain, forsooth, after vulgar worldly notions of law and right! But
they meant well, seeking to justify the ways of God to men, therefore
the curse of the apostle does not fall, I think, upon them. They sought
a way out of their difficulties, and thought they had found one, when
in reality it was their faith in