The Yale expositor., 1914-08-13
CHAPTER u.
The Path Of Youth.

Had Richard Courtney thought to
look back TO his own adolescence, he
might have understood his failure.
Mark. whose life, the preacher sup
posed. was to be made over by many
books and sermons on purpose, unself-
ishness and clean living, was in fact
seeing a miracle of quite another sort
unfold within him.
Companionship, once eought, had
suddenly become distasteful. He was
happy only when wandering alone In
the woods. idle gun on shoulder. or
drifting lazily in his canoe.
After a period, during which his
body shot up TO it's full height, whole
some toll and study busted his
thoughts and Richard Courtney began
to nurture vain hopes, occurred an
event of no small importance to many
young gentlemen of Bethel. Unity
Martin, proud possessor of a diploma
declaring to those who cared to pc
ruse that she had mastered certain
arts, came home to exhibit in all its
perfection the product Of education.
He was returning late from an aft
ernoon's hunt in the woods behind
the Martin farm, when he unexpected
ly came upon her one autumn day.
She was standing on a little knob, gaz-
ing absently into the fading sky. His
ever-ready imagination was touched.
In the dusk, the pale glow Of the dying
day upon her, her pensiveness and ap-
parent frailty gave her a seeming of
soulfulness that abashed him, moved
him strangely. He thought he beheld
one far finer and purer than any of
the clayey creatures his life had
touched. She saw him and smiled
family. That smile put him in an
agony of confusion and awkwardness.
Because he did not know how to de
part, he found himself walking home
with her, and when she praised the
pheasants slung over his shoulder, on
a sudden glad impulse he gave to
her and she quite naturally accepted
the trophy of his hunt. This was
prophecy, but he was no seer.
1t was long before he lost that i'm.
preston of her, the frail spirit-like
girl of the dusk, even though ripper
acquaintance might have taught him
that she was indeed a dweller upon
the earth. He whispered her name to
himself, thinking it finest poetry. His
desire to do something" became
burning impatience to do large and
splendid deeds that would prove his
mettle. He was, in a word, a boy who
thought himself in love.
Came a night, still winters night
when moonlight cleaned on the snow
and the chimes of sleighbells added
to the enchantment, when he kissed
her, with sense of sacrilege-and she
did not resist.
No wonder, then, Richard Courtney
preached purpose In vain! His pupils
horizon was filed with a purpose not
his own. Even the preachers incom-
prehensible outburst was forgotten, as
the boy went to his tryst that Sabbath
afternoon.
For mile he drove carefully and
then, letting out the mare, with a
flourish of speed drew up before the
house of Squire Martin. 1t was the
most pretentious in the valley.
Soon Unity appeared, fresh and
dainty in her white dress and pink
hat, followed by her sister Susan
bearing heavy pasteboard box. While
Mark awkwardly helped his lady into
the buggy, Susan slipped the box un-
der the seat Mark got in and the
brown mare, needing no command,
started away.
Il put up some LUNCH" Susan called
after them. Don't forget to eat it,"
"And So" breathed Unity, you're
really going away-at last! How did
you happen to decide TO go just now?"
Il don't know. II just came to me
the other day that couldn't stay here
any longer. Somehow, ever since we
began to talk of the city, this place
has seemed so small and shut in-until
this morning."
Until this morning7" in some
alarm.
Then it seemed kind o. cozy and
and protected. l hate to leave IL.
hate to leave you, Unity"
And I'll hate to have you go. But,
OF course, you must. And then, be-
fore very long. you'll come back-and
take me away with you"
For while In silence they gave
this prospect the consideration II de-
served. Then: