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Most of us, you know, have cast them over. We now are quite convinced that disease is but another name for sin and unbelief; that the universal cure lies in the submission of one's will to the dictates of the Universal Mind." "Really? How interesting!" Opdyke's courteous voice lacked none of the symptoms of complete conviction. Katharine leaned a little nearer. "Mr.
At nine o'clock, he rose, dived into his breast pocket and pulled out a little case. An instant later, he had bent above the couch. "Now, Ramsdell," he said cheerily, when he had once more tucked the rug in about Opdyke's arm; "you'd better get this fellow into bed at once. If he isn't sound asleep, inside an hour, you'll know what to do.
His trouble was as deep-seated; moreover, it was complicated by a curious ingrained weakness which, Whittenden judged, it would be hard for him to down. In Opdyke's place, Brenton would have turned his face to the wall and made a long, long moan. In Brenton's position, Opdyke would have kept his flags flying gayly, as long as there was a tatter of them left.
It was when young Opdyke's eyes passed on to rest on Catie, though, that Scott felt certain doubts, lately risen up within him, crystallize and solidify past all gainsaying.
To be sure, upon that latter count Scott took him with unforeseen literalness; and, in his zeal to carry out his teacher's dictum, subjected his coat to the mattress treatment, as well as his more simply-outlined nether garments. Moreover, it should be set down as distinctly to Opdyke's credit that he suppressed his merriment, the next time he saw the coat upon Scott Brenton's shoulders.
And the ways by which he sought to carry out his achievement! These baffled any comprehension born of Opdyke's brain. The day after the doctor's expressed anxiety as concerned the Brenton baby, Prather, coming to call, was more than ordinarily specific.
With a sudden gesture, Opdyke flung his arm across his brow and eyes. "Don't!" he said, and his voice sounded stifled. Deliberately his friend bent forward, took away the shielding arm, and looked down into Opdyke's eyes unflinchingly. "Reed, you must not let yourself get morbid," he said steadily. "God knows there's every reason that you should; and yet, once you do, the game is up.
Therefore he went his way once more; and, feeling idle, unsettled, alternately depressed at the prospect of what he deemed his coming selfishness in seeking Olive again later on, and elated with a general zeal for altruistic effort by the success of his attempt to arouse Opdyke's dormant ambition: because of all these things, he suddenly decided that it would be the part of good fellowship to pay a visit to his former rector and present colleague, Brenton.
With a gesture of complete disgust, he thrust aside the chair in which she had been sitting, drew up another and, seating himself, rested his long fingers on Opdyke's wrist, while his keen eyes searched the face, more flushed now than he had ever seen it, the veins about the temples filled to bursting and pounding madly, the wavy hair above them clinging tightly to the brow.
From behind Opdyke's courteous smile for a rather dull joke, there gathered interest, comprehension, eagerness. "Dennison, you mean something or other, out of that," he said, after a little pause. Dolph shot him one swift glance of scrutiny. "Naturally. As a rule, I don't talk at random," he said then. "What do you mean, exactly?"
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