keep pace with the moving car. Then with a final wave of his hand he
stood looking after the train, seemingly unconscious of everything but
that one who was being carried so quickly beyond his sight.

He was standing so when his old friend grasped his arm. He turned with a
start. "Doctor!"

What a handsome fellow he was, with his father's great body, powerful
limbs and shaggy red-brown hair; and his mother's eyes and mouth, and
her spirit ruling within him, making you feel that he was clean through
and through. It was no wonder people stood around looking at him. The
Doctor felt again that old, mysterious spell, that feeling that the boy
was a revelation to him of something he had always known, the living
embodiment of a truth never acknowledged. And his heart swelled with
pride as he turned to lead Dan up to Elder Jordan and his company.

The church ladies, old in experience with preachers, seemed strangely
embarrassed. This one was somehow so different from those they had
known before, but their eyes were full of admiration. Charity's voice
trembled as she bade him welcome. Nathaniel's manner was that of a
judge. Dan himself, was as calm and self possessed as if he and the
Doctor were alone on the bank of some river, far from church and church
people. But the Doctor thought that the boy flinched a bit when he
introduced him as Reverend Matthews. Perhaps, though, it was merely the
Doctor's fancy. The old man felt too, even as he presented Dan to his
people, that there had come between himself and the boy a something
that was never there before, and it troubled him not a little. But
perhaps this, too, was but a fancy.

At any rate the old man must have been somewhat excited for when the