"My boy!" exclaimed the other. "Our business in this world is not that
we should survive, but that the good should survive. We are to live
for it and to die for it, if need be. We are to love and serve others-
-we are to be humble and patient--to sacrifice ourselves freely. The
survival of the fittest! Why, Samuel, the very idea is a denial of
spirituality--what are we that we should call ourselves fit? To think
that is to be exposed to all the base passions of the human heart--to
greed and jealousy and hate! Such doctrines are the cause of all the
wickedness, of all the materialism of our time--of crime and murder
and war! My boy, do you read that Jesus went about, worrying about His
own survival, and robbing others because they were less fit than He?
Only think how it would have been with you had you been called to face
Him last night?"
The shame of this was more than Samuel could bear. "Oh, stop, stop,
sir!" he cried, and covered his face with his hands. "I see it all! I
have been very wicked!"
"Yes!" exclaimed the other. "You have been wicked."
The tears were welling into Samuel's eyes. "I can't see how I did it,
sir," he whispered. "I have been blind--I have been lost. I am a
strayed sheep!" And then suddenly his emotion overcame him, and he
burst into a paroxysm of weeping. "I can't believe it of myself!" he
exclaimed again and again. "I have been out of my senses!"
The doctor watched him for a few moments.
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