will not do it, I will not do it. Oh, my God!" He turned his back upon
her and went quickly to the village, only looking to see that at some
distance she followed him, trudging humbly as a squaw walks behind her
Indian, as far as her own door.




CHAPTER VI.


When one drops one's plummet into life anywhere it falls the whole
length of the line we give it. The man who can give his plummet the
longest line is he who realises most surely that it has not touched the
bottom.

Bart Toyner betook himself to prayer. He had learned from his friend the
preacher that when a man is tempted he must pray until he is given the
victory, and then, calm and steadfast, go out to face the world again.
If Toyner's had been a smaller soul, the need of his life would have
imperatively demanded then that just what he expected to happen to him
should happen, and in some mysterious way no doubt it would have
happened.

When we quietly observe religious life exactly as it is, without the
bias of any theory, there are two constantly recurring facts which,
taken together, excite deep astonishment: the fact that small minds
easily attain to a certainty of faith to which larger minds attain more
slowly and with much greater distress; and also the fact that the
happenings of life do actually come in exact accordance to a man's