Ericson was recovering slowly. He could sit up in bed the greater part of the day, and talk about getting out of it. He was able to give Robert an occasional help with his Greek, and to listen with pleasure to his violin. The night-watching grew less needful, and Ericson would have dispensed with it willingly, but Robert would not yet consent. But Ericson had seasons of great depression, during which he could not away with music, or listen to the words of the New Testament. During one of these Robert had begun to read a chapter to him, in the faint hope that he might draw some comfort from it. 'Shut the book,' he said. 'If it were the word of God to men, it would have brought its own proof with it.' 'Are ye sure it hasna?' asked Robert. 'No,' answered Ericson. 'But why should a fellow

