"
"I have already made up my mind."
"Marie!"
"You must choose between me or--"
"Don't say it, don't; you'll be sorry some day, if you do; for the less
said, the less there is to retract."
Marie arose. "I'm not going to take anything back," she answered with
forceful anger. "I thought you loved me, but--I--have been mistaken. I
shall not annoy you longer. Good night."
He arose to follow her. "You need not come with me," she added. "I
shall see Selma, and she will accompany me home--not you."
"Very well, Marie."
She turned at the door. "Will you not promise?"
"Promise what?"
"Not to do as you said--not to disgrace--"
"Marie, where the light shines, I must follow; where the truth beckons,
I must go. I--"
With a low cry the girl turned and fled from the room.
XIII.
"The Lord alone did lead him."--_Deut. 32:12_.
One beautiful summer evening, Henrik Bogstad was baptized in the waters
of the Christiania fjord. After that, the truths of the gospel appeared
clearer than ever, and still whisperings of the Spirit, to which he now
had legal right, testified to his spirit that he was in the way of
salvation, narrow and straight perhaps, but glowing with a light that
comforted and cheered.
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