act　upon　them　so　long　as；　from　whatever　defects　it　might　be　in
  himself；　they　bore　to　him　this　aspect。　　He　saw　that　while　they
  appeared　to　be　such；　even　though　it　might　turn　out　that　he　mistook
  them；　to　acknowledge　them　would　be　to　wrong　God。　But　this　conclusion
  left　him　in　no　better　position　for　practice　than　before。
  When　at　length　he　did　see　what　the　will　of　God　was；　he　wondered；　so
  simple　did　it　appear；　that　he　had　failed　to　discover　it　at　once。
  Yet　not　less　than　a　fortnight　had　he　been　brooding　and　pondering
  over　the　question；　as　he　wandered　up　and　down　that　burnside；　or　sat
  at　the　foot　of　the　heather…crowned　stone　and　the　silver…barked
  birch；　when　the　light　began　to　dawn　upon　him。　　It　was　thus。
  In　trying　to　understand　the　words　of　Jesus　by　searching　back；　as　it
  were；　for　such　thoughts　and　feelings　in　him　as　would　account　for　the
  words　he　spoke；　the　perception　awoke　that　at　least　he　could　not　have
  meant　by　the　will　of　God　any　such　theological　utterances　as　those
  which　troubled　him。　　Next　it　grew　plain　that　what　he　came　to　do；　was
  just　to　lead　his　life。　　That　he　should　do　the　work；　such　as
  recorded；　and　much　besides；　that　the　Father　gave　him　to　dothis　was
  the　will　of　God　concerning　him。　　With　this　perception　arose　the
  conviction　that　unto　every　man　whom　God　had　sent　into　the　world；　he
  had　given　a　work　to　do　in　that　world。　　He　had　to　lead　the　life　God
  meant　him　to　lead。　　The　will　of　God　was　to　be　found　and　done　in　the
  world。　　In　seeking　a　true　relation　to　the　world；　would　he　find　his
  relation　to　God？
  The　time　for　action　was　come。
  He　rose　up　from　the　stone　of　his　meditation；　took　his　staff　in　his
  hand；　and　went　down　the　mountain；　not　knowing　whither　he　went。　　And
  these　were　some　of　his　thoughts　as　he　went：
  'If　it　was　the　will　of　God　who　made　me　and　her；　my　will　shall　not　be
  set　against　his。　　I　cannot　be　happy；　but　I　will　bow　my　head　and　let
  his　waves　and　his　billows　go　over　me。　　If　there　is　such　a　God；　he
  knows　what　a　pain　I　bear。　　His　will　be　done。　　Jesus　thought　it　well
  that　his　will　should　be　done　to　the　death。　　Even　if　there　be　no　God；
  it　will　be　grand　to　be　a　disciple　of　such　a　man；　to　do　as　he　says；
  think　as　he　thoughtperhaps　come　to　feel　as　he　felt。'
  My　reader　may　wonder　that　one　so　young　should　have　been　able　to
  think　so　practicallyto　the　one　point　of　action。　　But　he　was　in
  earnest；　and　what　lay　at　the　root　of　his　character；　at　the　root　of
  all　that　he　did；　felt；　and　became；　was　childlike　simplicity　and
  purity　of　nature。　　If　the　sins　of　his　father　were　mercifully　visited
  upon　him；　so　likewise　were　the　grace　and　loveliness　of　his　mother。
  And　between　the　two；　Falconer　had　fared　well。
  As　he　descended　the　mountain；　the　one　question　washis　calling。
  With　the　faintest　track　to　follow；　with　the　clue　of　a　spider's
  thread　to　guide　him；　he　would　have　known　that　his　business　was　to
  set　out　at　once　to　find；　and　save　his　father。　　But　never　since　the
  day　when　the　hand　of　that　father　smote　him；　and　Mary　St。　John　found
  him　bleeding　on　the　floor；　had　he　heard　word　or　conjecture
  concerning　him。　　If　he　were　to　set　out　to　find　him　now；　it　would　be
  to　search　the　earth　for　one　who　might　have　vanished　from　it　years
  ago。　　He　might　as　well　search　the　streets　of　a　great　city　for　a　lost
  jewel。　　When　the　time　came　for　him　to　find　his　father；　if　such　an
  hour　was　written　in　the　decrees　ofI　dare　not　say　Fate；　for
  Falconer　hated　the　wordif　such　was　the　will　of　God；　some　sign
  would　be　given　himthat　is；　some　hint　which　he　could　follow　with
  action。　　As　he　thought　and　thought　it　became　gradually　plainer　that
  he　must　begin　his　obedience　by　getting　ready　for　anything　that　God
  might　require　of　him。　　Therefore　he　must　go　on　learning　till　the
  call　came。
  But　he　shivered　at　the　thought　of　returning　to　Aberdeen。　　Might　he
  not　continue　his　studies　in　Germany？　　Would　that　not　be　as
  goodpossibly；　from　the　variety　of　the　experience；　better？　　But　how
  was　it　to　be　decided？　　By　submitting　the　matter　to　the　friend　who
  made　either　possible。　　Dr。　Anderson　had　been　to　him　as　a　father：　he
  would　be　guided　by　his　pleasure。
  He　wrote；　therefore；　to　Dr。　Anderson；　saying　that　he　would　return　at
  once　if　he　wished　it；　but　that　he　would　greatly　prefer　going　to　a
  German　university　for　two　years。　　The　doctor　replied　that　of　course
  he　would　rather　have　him　at　home；　but　that　he　was　confident　Robert
  knew　best　what　was　best　for　himself；　therefore　he　had　only　to　settle
  where　he　thought　proper；　and　the　next　summer　he　would　come　and　see
  him；　for　he　was　not　tied　to　Aberdeen　any　more　than　Robert。
  CHAPTER　II。
  HOME　AGAIN。
  Four　years　passed　before　Falconer　returned　to　his　native　country；
  during　which　period　Dr。　Anderson　had　visited　him　twice；　and　shown
  himself　well　satisfied　with　his　condition　and　pursuits。　　The　doctor
  had　likewise　visited　Rothieden；　and　had　comforted　the　heart　of　the
  grandmother　with　regard　to　her　Robert。　　From　what　he　learned　upon
  this　visit；　he　had　arrived　at　a　true　conjecture；　I　believe；　as　to
  the　cause　of　the　great　change　which　had　suddenly　taken　place　in　the
  youth。　　But　he　never　asked　Robert　a　question　leading　in　the
  direction　of　the　grief　which　he　saw　the　healthy　and　earnest　nature
  of　the　youth　gradually　assimilating　into　his　life。　　He　had　too　much
  respect　for　sorrow　to　approach　it　with　curiosity。　　He　had　learned　to
  put　off　his　shoes　when　he　drew　nigh　the　burning　bush　of　human　pain。
  Robert　had　not　settled　at　any　of　the　universities；　but　had　moved
  from　one　to　the　other　as　he　saw　fit；　report　guiding　him　to　the　men
  who　spoke　with　authority。　　The　time　of　doubt　and　anxious　questioning
  was　far　from　over；　but　the　time　was　long　gone　byif　in　his　case　it
  had　ever　beenwhen　he　could　be　like　a　wave　of　the　sea；　driven　of
  the　wind　and　tossed。　　He　had　ever　one　anchor　of　the　soul；　and　he
  found　that　it　heldthe　faith　of　Jesus　（I　say　the　faith　of　Jesus；
  not　his　own　faith　in　Jesus）；　the　truth　of　Jesus；　the　life　of　Jesus。
  However　his　intellect　might　be　tossed　on　the　waves　of　speculation
  and　criticism；　he　found　that　the　word　the　Lord　had　spoken　remained
  steadfast；　for　in　doing　righteously；　in　loving　mercy；　in　walking
  humbly；　the　conviction　increased　that　Jesus　knew　the　very　secret　of
  human　life。　　Now　and　then　some　great　vision　gleamed　across　his　soul
  of　the　working　of　all　things　towards　a　far…off　goal　of　simple
  obedience　to　a　law　of　life；　which　God　knew；　and　which　his　son　had
  justified　through　sorrow　and　pain。　　Again　and　again　the　words　of　the
  Master　gave　him　a　peep　into　a　region　where　all　was　explicable；　where
  all　that　was　crooked　might　be　made　straight；　where　every　mountain　of
  wrong　might　be　made　low；　and　every　valley　of　suffering　exalted。
  Ever　and　again　some　one　of　the　dark　perplexities　of　humanity　began
  to　glimmer　with　light　in　its　inmost　depth。　　Nor　was　he　without　those
  moments　of　communion　when　the　creature　is　lifted　into　the　secret
  place　of　the　Creator。
  Looking　back　to　the　time　when　it　seemed　that　he　cried　and　was　not
  heard；　he　saw　that　God　had　been　hearing；　had　been　answering；　all　the
  time；　had　been　making　him　capable　of　receiving　the　gift　for　which　he
  prayed。　　He　saw　that　intellectual　difficulty　encompassing　the
  highest　operations　of　harmonizing　truth；　can　no　more　affect　their
  reality　than　the　dulness　of　chaos　disprove　the　motions　of　the　wind
  of　God　over　the　face　of　its　waters。　　He　saw　that　any　true　revelation
  must　come　out　of　the　unknown　in　God　through　the　unknown　in　man。　　He
  saw　that　its　truths　must　rise　in　the　man　as　powers　of　life；　and　that
  only　as　that　life　grows　and　unfolds　can　the　ever…lagging　intellect
  gain　glimpses　of　partial　outlines　fading　away　into　the
  infinitethat；　indeed；　only　in　material　things　and　the　laws　that
  belong　to　them；　are　outlines　possibleeven　there；　only　in　the
  picture　of　them　which　the　mind　that　analyzes　them　makes　for　itself；
  not　in　the　things　themselves。
  At　the　close　of　these　four　years；　with　his　spirit　calm　and　hopeful；
  truth　his　passion；　and　music；　which　again　he　had　resumed　and
  diligently　cultivated；　his　pleasure；　Falconer　returned　to　Aberdeen。
  He　was　received　by　Dr。　Anderson　as　if　he　had　in　truth　been　his　own
  son。　　In　the　room　stood　a　tall　figure；　with　its　back　towards　them；
  pocketing　its　handkerchief。　　The　next　moment　the　figure　turned；
  andcould　it　be？yes；　it　was　Shargar。　　Doubt　lingered　only　until
  he　opened　his　mouth；　and　said　'Eh；　Robert！'　with　which　exclamation
  he　threw　himself　upon　him；　and　after　a　very　undignified　fashion
  began　crying　heartily。　　Tall　as　he　was；　Robert's　great　black　head
  towered　above　him；　and　his　shoulders　were　like　a　rock　against　which
  Shargar's　slight　figure　leaned。　　He　looked　down　like　a　compassionate
  mastiff　upon　a　distressed　Italian　grayhound。　　His　eyes　shimmered
  with　feeling；　but　Robert's　tears；　if　he　ever　shed　any；　were　kept　for
  very　solemn　occasions。　　He　was　more　likely　to　weep　for　awful　joy
  than　for　any　sufferings　either　in　himself　or　others。　'Shargar！'