It was the flute--its note so soft and pleasant.

I learned to play it--years ago--in the woods of Beedon beyond the hill, and I have felt no guilt from then till now.

For these things I have no repentance." "Thee has had good practice in deceit," said the shrill Elder.
Suddenly David's manner changed.

His voice became deeper; his eyes took on that look of brilliance and heat which had given Luke Claridge anxious thoughts.
"I did, indeed, as the spirit moved me, even as ye have done." "Blasphemer, did the spirit move thee to brawl and fight, to drink and curse, to kiss a wanton in the open road?
What hath come upon thee ?" Again it was the voice of the shrill Elder.
"Judge me by the truth I speak," he answered.

"Save in these things my life has been an unclasped book for all to read." "Speak to the charge of brawling and drink, David," rejoined the little Elder Meacham with the high collar and gaze upon the ceiling.
"Shall I not speak when I am moved?
Ye have struck swiftly; I will draw the arrow slowly from the wound.