〃But　are　you　SURE？〃　said　Dr。　Duchesne；　with　perhaps　less　concern
  than　before。
  〃Sure；〃　returned　the　Deacon　angrily；　〃didn't　Brother　Bulkley；　on
  account　of　warning　reports　made　by　a　God…fearing　and　soul…seeking
  teamster；　make　a　special　pilgrimage　to　this　land　of　Sodom　to
  inquire　and　spy　out　its　wickedness？　　Didn't　he　find　Stephen
  Masterton　steeped　in　the　iniquity　of　practicing　on　an　organhe
  that　scorned　even　a　violin　or　harmonium　in　the　tents　of　the　Lord
  in　an　idolatrous　chapel；　with　a　foreign　female　Papist　for　a
  teacher？　　Didn't　he　find　him　a　guest　at　the　board　of　a　Jesuit
  priest；　visiting　the　schools　of　the　Mission　where　this　young
  Jezebel　of　a　singer　teaches　the　children　to　chant　in　unknown
  tongues？　　Didn't　he　find　him　living　with　a　wrinkled　Indian　witch
  who　called　him　'Padrone'and　speaking　her　gibberish？　　Didn't　he
  find　him；　who　left　here　a　man　mortified　in　flesh　and　spirit　and
  pale　with　striving　with　sinners；　fat　and　rosy　from　native　wines　and
  fleshpots；　and　even　vain　and　gaudy　in　colored　apparel？　　And　last　of
  all；　didn't　Brother　Bulkley　hear　that　a　rumor　was　spread　far　and
  wide　that　this　miserable　backslider　was　to　take　to　himself　a　wife
  in　one　of　these　strange　womenthat　very　Jezebel　who　seduced　him？
  What　do　you　call　that？〃
  〃It　looks　a　good　deal　like　human　nature；〃　said　the　doctor；
  musingly；　〃but　I　call　it　a　cure！〃