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"That night the little parlor became a battle-field Mrs Lairl's 'control' Viola resisted al hand clutched her throat, co obedience I feared she would be torn to pieces, and at last I protested 'She is suffering too ' But Mrs La punished for her obstinacy Father is disciplining her--he will not harirl lay back in slumber so deep, so dead, that her breath seemed stilled forever--her hands icily inert, her face as white as marble"

"Why didn't you interfere?" asked Britt, sternly

"How could I, when the irl's 'controls' were irl's an to understand the enorift I would engross the world I would write such words across the tomb that death would seeateway to the light I would elier satisfiese I want to knoant to thrill the world with a new e; and here, now, at my hand, is a iven to babes and to sucklings, but I can spread the light You, Dr Britt, shall help ift Let us concentrate our energies upon this supreme problem I will note all that co book--a revelation that shall go round the globe, guiding and gladdening every huhtier irl can be, and er, to thousands of despairing souls!"

To this fervid appeal Britt remained impassive and coldly critical--till, chilled and repelled, Clarke had withdrawn his confidence The two still onism had deepened to actual hatred Britt, i since ceased to protest, even to the girl herself; for he had learned that every revolt on her part brought keener pain and deeper humiliation in its train He entered upon a study of the subject, and thus far had found little to encourage the hope of the girl's redemption from her maladies