"  I  only  know,"  replied  Mary,  the  vision  of  *Dr.  Sevier's
carriage  passing  before  her  abstracted  eyes,  and  of  the
Doctor's  pale  face  bowing  austerely  within  it,  "that  if
you  don't  take  any  part  or  interest  in  the  outside  world
if  11  take  none  in  you ;  do  you  think  it  will? "

"And  who  cares  if  it  doesn't?"  cried  John,  clasping
her  to  his  bosom.
"I  do,"  she  replied.     "Yes,  I  do.    Fve  no  right  to
steal  you  from  the  rest  of  the  world,  or  from  the  place  in
it  that  you  ought  to  fill.    John  "  —
"  Thaf  s  my  name."

"  Why  can't  I  do  something  to  help  you?  "
John  lifted  his  head  unnecessarily.
"  No  I "

"  Well,  then,  lefs  think  of  something  we  can  do,  with
out  just  waiting  for  the  wind  to  blow  us  along,  —  I  mean,"
»he  added  appeasingly,  "I  mean  without  waiting  to  be
employed  by  others."

"  Oh,  yes ;  but  that  takes  capital  I "
"  Yes,  I  know ;  but  why  don't  you  think  up  something,
—  some  new  enterprise  or  aomething,  —  and  get  somebody
with  capital  to  go  in  with  you  ?  "
He  shook  his  head.
66  DR.     SEVIEft.
"  You're  out  of  your  depth.  And  that  wouldn't  make
so  much  difference,  but  you're  out  of  mine.  It  isn't  enough
to  think  of  something ;  you  must  know  how  to  do  it.  And
what  do  I  know  how  to  do  ?  Nothing  I  Nothing  that's
worth  doing ! "

"  I  know  one  thing  you  could  do."

"What's  that?"

"  You  could  be  a  professor  in  a  college."

John  smiled  bitterly.
"  Without  antecedents?"  he  asked.
