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CHAPTER Continued. /.
emo, never mind that,' she an
swered. "Get well, get the poison out
of, your soul and body, for your own
sake''
Once again there was the genial thrill
of convalescence, 81 IN feeling bet
ter,' came over him, and once again
his thong hit framed further desire;
But he detached himself from that, and
brought himself back to her again.
"And do you really think that I can
be cured?' he said els an appalling
young woman to come and sit by me
and sing verses Of hymns? I read
something Of that sort in hook L
found at home the other day. It was
yours, SUPPOSE
She almost laughed.
"No, dear, there are going to be no
appalling young women about. You
know the practitioner we are going to.
And you like him.
Thurso froWned; he seemed to be
able to remember nothing; memory
was there still, but it was yelled, he
could not reach it.
''That-that fellow in Scotland?"
Then for moment memory came
back, with FASH vivid but brief.
~ met him in the street up there one
day." he said, ''and he made me feel
better: I had an awful headache. I
say, that is something gained, isn't it?
l never have headaches now. What
was his name, by the way9'
"Mr. Cochran,'' said the girl
eyes, of course, [ remember. So he
is .going. to sing hymns to me, is he9'
But Maud did not smile now. Thurso
was himself again in way that he had
not been for weeks. There might only
be a minute or two Of this; any moment
S<rnk l.
and hatred. She wanted to make the
most Of it; the creeper-his will-was
in her hand for second; she might
make some attempt at training it up
again. ..-~.
''Oh, Thurso, pull yourself together,'
she said; "just make an effort for a
moment to realize where you stand.
you have no will left which he can at
tempt to strengthen. I don It believe
shat. I believe it is there still; and
you are going to get God, not any
mortal physician, to lay his hand on you.
Try to believe, if only for a moment.
that all power is his, and that he is all
love, all health, all life That evil, and
cannot exist in his presence. Let your
self be brought to it; do not hang back.
You can help or hinder your cure.
And, so I believe, we have been hinder
ing it, by trusting to the power of man
to cure you. That is all done with:
You are coming to God now.'
For one moment, as she spoke, he sat
denly awake, revivifed. But with that
revivifcation came more strongly than
before the Identification of desire of
another kind. All day a certain
strength and vitality had been return
ing to him, born Of austere sea winds
and Atlantic breezes, but, as must al
ways happen, until the will is set and
mind, and, does not, as if thru some
sieve, strain off and reject all that is
mortal and corruptible, this returning
!: tide Of vitality made more vital and
!. insistent that on which his habit of
mind, his degraded desire, had dwelt
all these months. And this time it took
more definite shape: He knew that in
his private despatch box, of which he
alone had the key, there was a bottle
/ Of dark blue glass. : He had put it
! there on the morning Of their depar-
ture, not actively wanting it in any
way, but from habit, as one packs hair
! brushes and nail scissors from habit
: knowing one will want them, tho not
now. But now he began to want it;
and tho he wanted also to get well, to
break this internal chain that was
wound so closely about him, yet that
which had been the only real desire of
his life for all these months bounced
tiger-like on the fresh morsel of
strength that had been thrown
within reach. The other higher
side Of him, feebler and indeed
almost atrophied, had no chance to
reach that morsel before the other.
Cunning began to return, too; and al
ready there flashed thru his brain the
design Of when he should be able with
safety to satisfy this growing desire.
But even as he thought of it, the desire
itself swelled mushroom-ike. It must
be soon, it must be now. Just taste.
quarter dose, to satisfy himself that