with a ghastly freedom. In an agony of soundless terror the
poor animal, who could never recover the usage he had had, and seemed
likely to tear from himself a part of his body at every bound, rushed
through the spectators, who scattered horror-stricken from his path. Ah,
what a wild waste look the creature had!--as if his spirit within him
were wan with dismay at the lawless invasion of his humble house of
life. A cry, almost a shriek, rose from the little crowd, to which a few
men had now added themselves. The doctor came dashing down the steps in
pursuit of him. The same instant, having just escaped collision with the
dog, up came Mr. Drew. His round face flamed like the sun in a fog with
anger and pity and indignation. He rushed straight at the doctor, and
would have collared him. Faber flung him from him without a word, and
ran on. The draper reeled, but recovered himself, and was starting to
follow, when Juliet, hurrying up, with white face and flashing eyes,
laid her hand on his arm, and said, in a voice of whose authoritative
tone she was herself unconscious,

"Stop, Mr. Drew."

The draper obeyed, but stood speechless with anger, not yet doubting it
was the doctor who had so misused the dog.

"I have been here from the first," she went on. "Mr. Faber is as angry
as you are.--Please, Dorothy, will you come?--It is that assistant of
his, Mr. Drew! He hasn't been with him more than three days."

With Dorothy beside her, Juliet now told him, loud enough for all to
hear, what they had heard and seen. "I must go and beg his pardon," said
the draper. "I had no right to come to such a hasty conclusion. I hope
he will not find it hard to forgive me."

"You did no more than he would have done in your place," replied Juliet.
"--But," she added, "where is the God of that poor animal, Mr. Drew?"

"I expect He's taken him by this time," answered the draper. "But I must
go and find the doctor."

So saying, he turned and left them. The ladies went also, and the crowd
dispersed. But already rumors, as evil as discordant, were abroad in
Glaston to the prejudice of Faber, and at the door of his godlessness
was from all sides laid the charge of cruelty.

How difficult it is to make prevalent the right notion of any thing! But
only a little reflection is required to explain the fact. The cause is,
that so few people give themselves the smallest trouble to understand
what is told them. The first thing suggested by the words s