"It hurts me more than I
can tell you!" he cried. "But think of the people who are suffering--
nobody spares them! And how can you be silent, doctor--how can the
shepherd of Christ be silent while some of his flock are living in
luxury and others are starving to death?"
There was a long pause. Dr. Vince sat rigid, clutching the arms of his
chair.
"Samuel," he said, "you are right. I will preach on this unemployed
question next Sunday."
"Ah, thank you, sir--thank you!" exclaimed Samuel, with tears of
gratitude in his eyes. And he took his friend's hand and wrung it.
Then, suddenly, a new thought came to him. "And meantime, doctor,"
said he, "what am I to tell Finnegan?"
CHAPTER XIX
One who has all the cares of humanity upon his shoulders, as Samuel
had, is apt to find that it claims a good deal of time. Samuel did his
best to keep his mind upon the weighty problems which he had to solve;
but he found that he was continually distracted by the thought of Miss
Gladys. Again and again her image would sweep over him, driving
everything else from his mind. The vision of her beauty haunted him,
sending his imagination upon all sorts of strange excursions and
adventures.
She had told him to come again; and he wondered how long he should
wait. He was supposed to come to see Sophie--but that, of course, was
absurd, for he saw Sophie every night at home.
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