The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-09-26

believe in the. infinite and omnipotent
Mind, which is the sole and only cause
OF all the world, and tho you are not
member of our church at present, vet
since you believe the gospel on which
every cure that Christian Science has
ever made is based, begin treating him
ct once yourself. Combat in your mind
every sign Of error you see in him,
and never be. discouraged Of course,
good must triumph, but when error is
SO hrmly rooted in a man it wants some
pulling up; it won't come away as
mere e;I shalloW-rooted weed will. You
Wlll have to face apparent failure again
always on the winning side.''
e, The days that followed amply Illus
trated this, and there were many hours
when she almost despaired. Every evil,
err1ng mood that had made up his rec
ord for the last six months was
crammed into the days Of that voyage.
little dim fame, So that she knew it
was not yet quenched; but the flame
was feeble, and the blacknesses that
surrounded it were dense. One day he
went to the ships doctor, bringing
with him the prescription, which he
knew by heart, and had himself writ
ten out and signed with Sir James San
derson's name, asking him to have it
l. u
Certainly, Lord Thurso,' he said.
~ will have it sent to your cabin
1t IS rather strong, you know. You
will be careful how you use. it. It is
to relieve pain, I supposed" -. :.
Yes, | suffer from very bad neu-
"Thank you very ,much.''
He left the surgery, his heart beat
ing with exhilarated anticipation, when
suddenly the doctor, who was looking
at the prescription again, gave little
whistle, and then called him back
Thurso had hardly left the room and
came back at once. -E : =;
"tord Thurso, this is rather odd,"
he said. "But this prescription is writ
ten on on +, the ships paper. Is Sir James
Thurso made furious gesture of i'm
patience. .-. 49,.
"Oh, for God s sake, give it me!'
he said. II shall 90 mad without it,
1t ceni was ! Sir i James prescription. II
The doctor shook his head, for he
saw; plainly enough now what he was
dealing with. Z -. -.
1T is quite impossible he said.
." am very sorry: Of course, this
matter shall go no further' H.
Thurso merely walked away; there
suddenly the little flicker, of will and
Of outraged self-respect began to shoot
up again, and he saw how mean it all
was. He, Thurso, had not only forged
this, but he, had been caught at it =
1t had happened before, too. This
powerl!essness of his against his desire
against the hideous strength Of his
weakness. E-@-. 80. ~. 49,.
He leaned against the bulwarks of
the ship in despair at himself, yet since
for the moment he was ashamed, since
he wished he was not such despicable
fellow, the despair was not complete
But perhaps it would be better all round
One moment of bravery, one leap into
those huge gray monsters of waves that
were making even this leviathan of the
seas sway and rock, and it would all
be over. But he had not, he knew.
even the courage for that. No moral
quality seemed to be left him; they
had all been transformed into this hid
eous desire, as cancer turns the whole
some blood and living tissues into it's
own putrefying growth. And what if
that doctor told someone? He had said
that it should go no further, but who
could resist so savory a bit Of scandals
Lord Thurso forging Sir James Sander
son s name in order to get laudanum.
to which he was a slave! That would
make a fine headline, if tastefully ar
ranged for some New York paper. =.
Or again he would rail at Maud, lay
ing tongue to any bitter falsehood that
he could invent, or he would sit in
mere idle despair, which she found
harder to endure, without suffering her
self to despair also, than anything else.
It was all error, it was the unreal, the
mortal, the nonresident part Of him
that suffered; but it was very hard to
cling to the truth Of that, as to the
Rock Of Ages, and not let the sea Of
error wash her away
But after this not very brilliant at.
tempt to get laudanum from the ship IS !.
doctor, Thurso made no further effort
in that direction, and now and then
there were little riffs in that storm Of
error that was so dark and gray above
him. He told Maud, for instance, about
the forged prescription, thing which
was hard for him to do, and more than
once, also, when for an hour perhaps he
had sat inventing bitter things in order
to wound her, he would ston suddenly.
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