, 1910-01-06

His mnenonic ability was p~rodigious;
for all the years of his life he had not
been storing up the insignificant. the
immaterial, the unnecessary, In MS
brain cells. He remembered all that
she taught him with unvarying acou-
racy. His was a powerful, vigorous
mentality which had known nothing
Inc upon which she wrote what
pleased. To the judgment Of a mar
he added the receptivity and ductility
of a child.
She had taught him first of all to
speak and then to read; the rudi-
mentary mathematics such as he could
do in his head. There was nothing
that she could devise that was prac-
ticable for writing. There was no
slate on the island. the rock was not
suitable. Therefore he had never
learned to write, although he knew
what writing was, for she had ex-
planned 1t to him, and had made shift
to teach him the Arabic letters. She.
also taught him geography, astronomy,
natural sciences, and above all, his
tory. She unfolded the Kingdoms of
this world and the glory of them be-
fore his vision, touching lightly, as has
been the fashion of such unfolders,
upon the misery and the shams. His
was a singular knowledge indeed.
There were some things about which
she was reticent, being a woman, and
some things she could no tell him at
all; but being a man, with magma
ton quickened, he thought of these
| things the more-for these were some
of the deeper things Of life and ma
ture!
But the change in the relations be-
tween the two were not greater than
the change in the woman herself. She
was no longer a philosopher. That
which she had disdained, she admired;
that which she had abhorred, she loved;
that which she had refused. she &C.
copied. She was a Christian in belief
as last Alone, or practically so, face
to lace with God in his world, God in
His Book, God in humanity, her spe-
cious ideas of life and her relationship
to It had broken down. She had
learned to kneel beside that man and
pray. She had learned to seek else
where than in herself for power to
enable her to live her life and fulfill
her tasks.
She had not wished to be a Chris
tian. She had fought against 1t, strug-
gled with 1t, agonized over 1t, but a
compelling necessity was upon her.
The convictions of her conversion tore
the veil from before her face, dispelled
the mist that hung about her. She
saw herself as she was, a woman who
under the influence of wrong ideas,
false conceptions, had branded herself
forever. No, not in the eyes of that
God whom she had learned to fear,
not in the eyes hat Christ whom
she had learned to love. but in the
yes of men; yet she was a woman
who was pure in heart. Perhaps these
thoughts and this consciousness had
more to do with keeping her content
even that her intense pre-occupation
in the man and her work, for she rea-
lizcd what she would have to face If
she gel back to the world which had
Knocked her while 1t %applauded her.
That world. therefore, she now began
to fear. The n being upon earth
with whom she could be associated,
who knew nothing about it, who could
cast no ton at her, she realized was
the man whom she had made, and
this man looked to her almost as men
look to the Divine. Yet she felt that
some day he would have to know.
Some day she would have to tell him.
What then? That feeling was ever
with her. She constantly asked her.
self that question and found no an
swer.
ITO be continued.