childhood days? But was it true? Were all a man's ways clean in his own
eyes? Take, for instance, his own ways? He always did about as he
pleased, and he had never asked himself whether his ways were clean or
not. He hadn't particularly cared. He supposed some people would think
they were not--but in his own eyes, well--was he clean? Take for
instance this expedition of his? Running a race to get another man's
wife,--an alleged friend's wife, too? It did seem rather despicable
when one thought of it after the jag was off. But then one was not
quite responsible for what one did with a jag on, and what the deuce
did the Lord have to do with it anyway? How could the Lord weigh the
spirit? That meant of course that he saw through all subterfuges. Well,
what of it?

Another sentence caught his ear:

"When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his
enemies to be at peace with him."

How odd, the Lord,--if there was a Lord, he had never thought much
about it--but how odd, if there was a Lord for Him to care about a
man's ways. If he were Lord he wouldn't care, he'd only want them to
keep out of his way. He would probably crush them like ants, if he were
Lord. But the Lord--taking any notice of men's ways, and being pleased
by them and looking out to protect him from enemies! It certainly was
quaint--a quaint idea! He glanced again at the reverent face of the
girl, the down drooped eyes, the lovely sensitive mouth. Quaint, that
was the word for her, quaint and unusual. He certainly was going to
enjoy meeting her.

"Ting-aling-ling-ling!" burst out the telephone bell on the desk. He