read more'n a third of it. I can read
sense, and I can read nonsense, but that book is neither the one nor
the other."

"It IS considered rather heretical in some quarters," admitted Gilbert,
"but I told you that before you took it, Miss Cornelia."

"Oh, I wouldn't have minded its being heretical. I can stand
wickedness, but I can't stand foolishness," said Miss Cornelia calmly,
and with the air of having said the last thing there was to say about
Natural Law.

"Speaking of books, A Mad Love come to an end at last two weeks ago,"
remarked Captain Jim musingly. "It run to one hundred and three
chapters. When they got married the book stopped right off, so I
reckon their troubles were all over. It's real nice that that's the
way in books anyhow, isn't it, even if 'tistn't so anywhere else?"

"I never read novels," said Miss Cornelia. "Did you hear how Geordie
Russell was today, Captain Jim?"

"Yes, I called in on my way home to see him. He's getting round all
right--but stewing in a broth of trouble, as usual, poor man.

"'Course he brews up most of it for himself, but I reckon that don't
make it any easier to bear."

"He's an awful pessimist," said Miss Cornelia.

"Well, no, he ain't a pessimist exactly, Cornelia. He only jest never
finds anything that suits him."

"And isn't that a pessimist?"

"No, no. A pessimist is one who never expects to find anything to suit
him. Geordie hain't got THAT far yet."

"You'd find something good to say of the devil himself, Jim Boyd."

"Well, you've heard the story of the old lady who said he was
persevering. But no, Cornelia, I've nothing good to say of the devil."

"Do you believe in him at all?" asked Miss Cornelia seriously.

"How can you ask that when you know what a good Presbyterian I am,
Cornelia? How could a Presbyterian get along without a devil?"

"DO you?" persisted Miss Cornelia.

Captain Jim suddenly became grave.

"I believe in what I heard a minister once call 'a mighty and malignant
and INTELLIGENT power of evil working in the universe,'" he said
solemnly. "I do THAT, Cornelia. You can call it the devil, or the
'principle of evil,' or the Old Scratch, or any name you like. It's
THERE, and all the infidels and heretics in the world can't argue it
away, any more'n they can argue God away. It's there, and it's
working. But, mind you, Cornelia, I believe it's going to get the
worst of it in the long run."

"I am sure I hope so," said