"A voice, I thought it was Miss Ogilvy's, told me what to do, and I obeyed." The old gentleman smiled and shook his head, as he answered: "It is ever thus, young Friend.

When we wish to do good we hear a voice prompting us, which we think that of an angel, and when we wish to do evil, another voice, which we think that of a devil, but believe me, the lips that utter both of them are in our own hearts.

The rest comes only from the excitement of the instant.

There in our hearts the angel and the devil dwell, side by side, like the two figures in a village weather-clock, ready to appear, now one and now the other, as the breath of our nature blows them." "But I heard her," said Godfrey stubbornly.
"The excitement of the instant!" repeated the Pasteur blandly.

"Had I been so situated I am quite certain that I should have heard all the deceased whom I have ever known," and he patted Godfrey's dark hair with his long, thin hand, thanking God in his heart for the brave spirit which He had been pleased to give to this young man, who had grown so dear to one who lacked a son.