Just then a variegated leaf parted from a spray overhanging the path
somewhat in advance of them, and fluttered to their feet.
"Poor little leaf!" said Gregory, picking it up, "your bright colors
will soon be lost. Death has come to you too. Why must this wretched
thought of death be thrust on one at every turn? Nature is full of it.
Things only live, apparently, for the sake of dying. Just as this leaf
becomes most beautiful it drops. What a miserable world this is, with
death making havoc everywhere! Then your theology exaggerates the evil
a thousand-fold. If a man must die, let him die and cease to be. But
your minister spoke to-day of a living death, in which one only exists
to suffer. What a misfortune to have existed!"
As Gregory gloomily uttered these bitter words, they stood looking at
the leaf that had suggested them. Annie's face brightened with a sudden
thought. She turned, and after a few rapid steps sprung lightly up and
caught the twig from which the leaf had fallen. Then turning to her
companion, who regarded with surprise and admiration the agile grace of
the act, she said, "Mr. Gregory, you need lessons in logic. If the leaf
you hold is your theme, as you gave me reason to believe, you don't
stick to it, and you draw from it conclusions that don't follow the
premise. Another thing, it is not right to develop a subject without
regard to its connection. Now from just this place," she continued,
pointing with her finger, "the leaf dropped. What do you see? What was
its connection?"
"Why, a little branch full of other leaves. These would soon have
dropped off and died also, if you had not hastened their fate."
"That's a superficial view, like the one you just took of this
'miserable world,' as you call it. I think it is a very good world--a
much better one than we deserve. And now look closely and justly at
your theme's connection, and tell me what you see. Look just here;" and
her finger rested on the little green spot where the stem of the leaf
had joined the spray.
"I see a very small bud," he said, intelligence of her meaning dawning
in his face.
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