But God helping me, I will walk forward in the right path, though my feet be lacerated at every step." "Is it a right path, Miss Loring?
I declare it to be the wrong path!" said Hendrickson.
"Let God and my own conscience judge!" was firmly answered.

"And now, sir, leave me.

Oh, leave me." "And you are resolute ?" "I am! God being my helper, I will go forward in the path of duty.
When I faint and fall by the way through weakness, the trial will end." "Friends, wealth, social attractions--all that the world can give will be yours.

But my way must be lonely--my heart desolate.

I shall be"-- "Go, sir!" Miss Loring's voice was imperative, and there was a flash like indignation in her eyes.