Paul Faber, Surgeon

d of his atheism, he was popular. The few ladies out shopping bowed graciously, for both his manners and person were pleasing, and his professional attentions were unexceptionable. When he drop

s Faber was about to turn the corner, he stepped out on th

sure he must be in a bad way, though he won't allow it. He's not an easy man to do any thing for, b

call now without being sent for, when I never ca

led the street with suns. Here and there were little gardens before the houses, and the bushes in them were h

cried the draper, "here'

uite gentle, and it was with some dismay that his master, although the animal showed no offense at the glowering little thing, pulled him back a st

t he would himself have called

!" he continued, his round good-humored face wrinkled all over with smiles, as he caught up the truant, "what ever do you mean by splashing thro

much resembled her own, with her little fat puds, as if she had b

the little mischief on the saddle before you,

set her upon the pommel. She screwed up her eyes, and grinned with delight, spreading her mouth wide, and

ere with the handle of his whip he managed to ring the door-bell of a little old-fashioned house which rose immediately from the lane without even a

cried the child,

t. She gravely returned his greeting and stretched up her arms

Dr. Faber to bring you home! I'm afraid you've bee

Amanda, heedless of repro

y whereon she sat. But still she leaned back against the doctor, and he awai

hild, looking up backwar

and amid struggling and laughter dr

Miss Drake," said the doctor, wast

u. Tell him he is at the door." Then turning to Faber, "I am sorry to say he does not seem at all well,"

o her he was as it were the apostle of a kakangel, the prophet of a doctrine that was evil, yet perhaps was a truth. Terrible doubts had for some time been assailing her-doubts which she could in

handsome than otherwise; but his hat hung on his occiput, gave his head a look of weakness and oddity that by nature did not belong to it, whil

" he said, "for bringing me home my l

tween the paws of the Sphinx," answered Fa

bell over crowded congregations-"too fearless at times. But the very ignorance of danger seems the pa

tudes!" said the

have to tie you with a string, pussie! Come away from the horse. What if he shoul

rake? I don't hear the best accounts of you," said

am getting old-and-and-we all have our troubles, and, I trust, our God also, to

oused the worshiping instinct! The clergy are awake to-day!

man after a pause, "and believe what people say of you.

but his integrity he must keep fast

ground sufficient to think so. You say yourselves He has favorites to whom He revea

should be a God, what an insu

have me speak the truth? Anyhow, what great matter can it be to Him that one should say he has neve

, made him a party to the sin against the Holy Ghost. Was he not now conferring with one of the generals of the army of Antichrist? Ought he not to turn his back upon him, and

ause and object of

ug, and only speak the truth when I say I should be glad to serve you. A man must be neighborly, or what is there left of him? Even you will allow

ne who looks upon all who think with me as a set of humbugs, a

head about you. What I say of such as you is, that, having inherited a l

own person-I should just like to ask you one question about another," said

be true, that he was a well-meani

any ordinarily good man should so deceive himself, app

an extraordina

likely to think to

same thing in his fo

ore. But his conscience woke, and goaded him with the truth that had come from the mouth of its enemy-the repro

. I have no such ideal to contemplate; yet I am not aware that you do better by each other than I am ready to do for an

ath? Would he pray a man to whom the Bible was no better than a book of ballads, to come betwixt him and the evils of growing age and disappointment, to lighten for him the grasshopper, and stay the mourners as they went about his streets

d the doctor; "and if I can do any thing to e

tead, somewhere in his soul, a voice saying, "My yoke is eas

ift of a kind heart," he bega

aber. "If a man wants help, and I've got it, wha

uttressing itself with assertion But the case was not so. What untruth there was in him was of another and more subtle kind. Neither must it be supposed that he was a propagandis

ll in the face, "if you had a friend whom you loved with all your heart, w

erely did not believe your friend was aliv

ource in some element of moral antagonism to him-could I accept-I put it to yourself, Mr. Faber-could I accept assistance from that man? Do not

doctor; "but from your point of view

ckly, and entered his own stable-yard just as the rect