understand a thing he straightway condemned it. Simplicity itself! “But your first duty is to your mother. She needs you. She implores you to come home — she will forgive everything if you will only come home.”

“That’s a pretty little thought,” remarked Abel meditatively, as he ground some tobacco up in his hand.

Dr. Stalling ignored him.

“She entreats, but I, Miss Stirling,” — Dr. Stalling remembered that he was an ambassador of Jehovah — ”I command. As your pastor and spiritual guide, I command you to come home with me — this very day. Get your hat and coat and come now.”

Dr. Stalling shook his finger at Valancy. Before that pitiless finger she drooped and wilted visibly.