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yet which are at war with our strongest passions。  If one could

only interpose some 'unless;' some 'except;' even an 'until;' which

should be short of the grave。  But we cannot。  The law is infinite;

universal; eternal; there is no escape; no repose。  Resist; strive;

endure; that is the recurring cry; that is existence。〃



〃And peace;〃 I exclaimed; appealingly。  〃Where is there room for

peace; if that be true?〃



He sighed for answer; and then in a changed and lower tone added;

〃However thickly the clouds mass; however vainly we search for a

coming glimmer in their midst; we never doubt that the sky IS still

beyondbeyond and around us; infinite and infinitely restful。〃



He raised his eyes as he spoke; and mine followed his。  We had

entered the wooded glen。  Through the scanty autumn foliage we

could see the stars shining faintly in the dim moonlight; and

beyond them the deep illimitable blue。  A dark world it looked;

distant and mysterious; and my young spirit rebelled at the

consolation offered me。



〃Peace seems a long way off;〃 I whispered。



〃It is for me;〃 he answered; gently; 〃not necessarily for you。〃



〃Oh; but I am worse and weaker than you are。  If life is to be all

warfare; I must be beaten。  I cannot always be fighting。〃



〃Cannot you?  Evie; what I have been saying is true of every moral

law worth having; of every ideal of life worth striving after; that

men have yet conceived。  But it is only half the truth of

Christianity。  You know that。  We must strive; for the promise is

to him that overcometh; but though our aim be even higher than is

that of others; we cannot in the end fail to reach it。  The victory

of the Cross is ours。  You know that?  You believe that?〃



〃Yes〃 I answered; softly; too surprised to say more。  In speaking

of religion he; as a rule; showed to the full the reserve which is

characteristic of his class and country; and this sudden outburst

was in itself astonishing; but the eager anxiety with which he

emphasized the last words of appeal impressed and bewildered me

still further。  We walked on for some minutes in silence。  Then

suddenly Alan stopped; and turning; took my hand in his。  In what

direction his mind had been working in the interval I could not

divine; but the moment he began to speak I felt that he was now for

the first time giving utterance to what had been really at the

bottom of his thoughts the whole evening。  Even in that dim light I

could see the anxious look upon his face; and his voice shook with

restrained emotion。



〃Evie;〃 he said; 〃have you ever thought of the world in which our

spirits dwell; as our bodies do in this one of matter and sense;

and of how it may be peopled?  I know;〃 he went on hurriedly; 〃that

it is the fashion nowadays to laugh at such ideas。  I envy those

who have never had cause to be convinced of their reality; and I

hope that you may long remain among the number。  But should that

not be so; should those unseen influences ever touch your life; I

want you to remember then; that; as one of the race for whom Christ

died; you have as high a citizenship in that spirit land as any

creature there: that you are your own soul's warden; and that

neither principalities nor powers can rob you of that your

birthright。〃



I think my face must have shown my bewilderment; for he dropped my

hand; and walked on with an impatient sigh。



〃You don't understand me。  Why should you?  I dare…say that I am

talking nonsenseonlyonly〃



His voice expressed such an agony of doubt and hesitation that I

burst out



〃I think that I do understand you a little; Alan。  You mean that

even from unearthly enemies there is nothing that we need really

fearat least; that is; I suppose; nothing worse than death。  But

that is surely enough!〃



〃Why should you fear death?〃 he said; abruptly; 〃your soul will

live。〃



〃Yes; I know that; but still〃  I stopped with a shudder。



〃What is life after all but one long death?〃 he went on; with

sudden violence。  〃Our pleasures; our hopes; our youth are all

dying; ambition dies; and even desire at last; our passions and

tastes will die; or will live only to mourn their dead opportunity。

The happiness of love dies with the loss of the loved; and; worst

of all; love itself grows old in our hearts and dies。  Why should

we shrink only from the one death which can free us from all the

others?〃



〃It is not true; Alan!〃 I cried; hotly。  〃What you say is not true。

There are many things even here which are living and shall live;

and if it were otherwise; in everything; life that ends in death is

better than no life at all。〃



〃You say that;〃 he answered; 〃because for you these things are yet

living。  To leave life now; therefore; while it is full and sweet;

untainted by death; surely that is not a fate to fear。  Better; a

thousand times better; to see the cord cut with one blow while it

is still whole and strong; and to launch out straight into the

great ocean; than to sit watching through the slow years; while

strand after strand; thread by thread; loosens and unwinds itself;

each with its own separate pang breaking; bringing the bitterness

of death without its release。



His manner; the despairing ring in his voice; alarmed me even more

than his words。  Clinging to his arm with both hands; while the

tears sprang to my eyes



〃Alan;〃 I cried; 〃don't say such things;don't talk like that。

You are making me miserable。〃



He stopped short at my words; with bent head; his features hidden

in the shadow thus cast upon them;nothing in his motionless form

to show what was passing within him。  Then he looked up; and turned

his face to the moonlight and to me; laying his hand on one of

mine。



〃Don't be afraid;〃 he said; 〃it is all right; my little David。  You

have driven the evil spirit away。〃  And lifting my hand; he pressed

it gently to his lips。  Then drawing it within his arm; he went on;

as he walked forward; 〃And even when it was on me at its worst; I

was not meditating suicide; as I think you imagine。  I am a very

average specimen of humanity;neither brave enough to defy the

possibilities of eternity nor cowardly enough to shirk those of

time。  No; I was only trying idiotically to persuade a girl of

eighteen that life was not worth living; and more futilely still;

myself; that I did not wish her to live。  I am afraid; that in my

mind philosophy and fact have but small connection with each other;

and though my theorizing for your welfare may be true enough; yet;

I cannot help it; Evie;it would go terribly hard with me if

anything were to happen to you。〃



His voice trembled as he finished。  My fear had gone with his

return to his natural manner; but my bewilderment remained。



〃Why SHOULD there anything happen to me?〃 I asked。



〃That is just it;〃 he answered; after a pause; looking straight in

front of him and drawing his hand wearily over his brow。  〃I know

of no reason why there should。〃  Then giving a sigh; as if finally

to dismiss from his mind a worrying subject〃I have acted for the

best;〃 he said; 〃and may God forgive me if I have done wrong。〃



There was a little silence after that; and then he began to talk

again; steadily and quietly。  The subject was deep enough still; as

deep as any that we had touched upon; but both voice and sentiment

were calm; bringing peace to my spirit; and soon making me forget

the wonder and fear of a few moments before。  Very openly did he

talk as we passed on across the long trunk shadows and through the

glades of silver light; and I saw farther then into the most sacred

recesses of his soul than I have ever done before or since。



When we reached home the moon had already set; but some of her

beams seemed to have been left behind within my heart; so pure and

peaceful was the light which filled it。



The same feeling continued with me all through that evening。  After

dinner some of the party played and sang。  As it was Sunday; and

Lucy was rigid in her views; the music was of a sacred character。

I sat in a low armchair in a dark corner of the room; my mind too

dreamy to think; and too passive to dream。  I hardly interchanged

three words with Alan; who remained in a still darker spot;

invisible and silent the whole time。  Only as we left the room to

go to bed; I heard Lucy ask him if he had a headache。  I did not

hear his answer; and before I could see his face he had turned back

again into the drawing…room。





V





It was early; and when first I got to my room I felt little

inclined for sleep。  I wandered to the window; and drawing aside

the curtains; looked out upon the still; starlit sky。  At least I

should rest quiet to…night。  The air was very clear; and the sky

seemed full of stars。  As I stood there scraps of schoolroom

learning came back to my mind。  That the stars were all suns;

surrounded perhaps in their turn by worlds as large

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