tively. What if each of us were, as I half suspect, as independent as a planet, yet all held together in one immense system? Then the central force must be our close dependence on God, as I have learned to feel it through you."
"Through me!" Joseph exclaimed.
"Do you suppose we can be so near each other without giving and taking? Let us not try to get upon a common ground of faith or action: it is a thousand times more delightful to discover that we now and then reach the same point by different paths. This reminds me, Joseph, that our paths ought to separate now, for a while. It is you who should leave,—but only to come back again, 'in the fulness of time.' Heaven knows, I am merciless to myself in recommending it."
"You are right to try me. It is time that I should know something of the world. But to leave, now—so immediately—"
"It will make no difference," said Philip. "Whether you go or stay, there will be stories afloat. The bolder plan is the better."
The subject was renewed the next morning at breakfast. Madeline heartily seconded Philip's counsel, and took a lively part in the discussion.
"We were in Europe as children," she said to Joseph, "and I have very clear and delightful memories of tho travel."
"I was not thinking especially of Europe," he answered. "I am hardly prepared for such a journey. What I should wish is, not to look idly at sights and shows, but to have some active interest or employment, which would bring me into contact with men. Philip knows my purpose."
"Then," said Madeline, "why not hunt on Philip's trail?
