"No, Mary. Not now. Go away."

He was praying for resignation to what
he told himself was the will of God.
"The Lord is unwilling that my thoughts
should be diverted from His service by
my own personal happiness." Then he
tried to put his thoughts on that service
by deciding upon a text for his next
sermon. But the texts which suggested
themselves were not steadying to his
bewildered mind:

"LOVE ONE ANOTHER." ("I certainly
thought she loved me.")

"MARVEL NOT, MY BRETHREN, IF THE WORLD
HATE YOU." ("I am, perhaps, personally
unattractive to her; and yet I wonder why?")
He was not a conceited man; but,
like all his sex, he really did "marvel"
a little at the lack of feminine
appreciation. He marveled so much that
a week later he took Mary and walked out
to Mr. Roberts's house. This time
Mary, to her disgust, was left with
Miss Philly's father, while her brother
and Miss Philly walked in the frosted
garden. Later, when that walk was