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But then the idea of Dr. Van Anden being what he is! Well, it's a queer world. I believe I'll go to bed." Be it understood that Dr. Douglass was very much astonished, and not a little disgusted with himself. As he marched defiantly up and down the long piazza he tried to analyze his state of mind.
She forgot how high the fever had been at night, and how the young head had ached; and only remembered how thoroughly tired she was, watching and ministering day and night. So, when she followed Dr. Van Anden to the sitting-room, in answer to his "I want to see you, Miss Ester," it was a very sober, not altogether pleasant face which listened to his words. "Florence Vane is very sick to-night.
Sadie, when she chanced by accident to meet him on the stairs, stopped to inquire if the village was given over to small-pox, or any other dire disease which required his constant attention; and he answered her in tones short and sharp enough to have been Dr. Van Anden himself: "It is given over to madness," and moved rapidly on.
Dr. Van Anden moved around to where she was standing, with tightly clasped hands and colorless lips. He had been watching her, and this was what he said: "Ester, shall you and I ever stand again beside a new-made grave, receiving one whom we have known ever so slightly, and have to settle with our consciences and our Savior, because we have not invited that one to come to Jesus?"
Van Anden, do you really mean me to think that I was perverting Scripture?" "I certainly think so, Sadie. Were you not giving the children wrong ideas concerning the teachings of our Savior?" Sadie was quite sober now. "I told the truth at last, Doctor. I don't know any thing about these matters. People who profess to be Christians do not live according to our Savior's teaching.
"Granted; but does it anywhere say to those who are of the world, 'You have a right to do just what you like; that direction does not apply to you at all, it is all intended for those poor Christians?" "Dr. Van Anden," said Sadie with dignity, "don't you think there should be a difference between Christians and those who are not?" "Undoubtedly I do.
The letter dropped from Sadie's nerveless fingers. She arose softly, and turned down the gas, and raised the shade the moonlight still gleamed on the marble slab. Dr. Van Anden came with quick, firm tread up the street.
God sometimes uses very humble means with which to break the spell of silence which Satan so often weaves around Christians; it was as if they had all suddenly awakened to a sense of their privileges. Dr. Van Anden said, in a voice which quivered with feeling: "I have a brother in the profession for whom I ask your prayers that he may become acquainted with the great Physician."
Douglass removed his cigar long enough to give vent to a hearty laugh in remembrance of some of Sadie's remarks. Just across the hall Dr. Van Anden sat before his table, one hand partly shading his eyes from the gaslight while he read. And the words which he read were these: "O let not the oppressed returned ashamed: let the poor and needy praise thy name.
When she felt that her voice was sufficiently steady, she spoke: "I am happy to be able to reassure you, Dr. Van Anden, you are very kind extremely so; but as yet I really feel myself in no danger from Dr. Douglass' fascinations, however remarkable they may be.
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