Let the tonic that has restored our own spiritual constitution be in all our words and deeds and looks, to restore the spiritual constitution of others. Let the perfume that neutralises the drought and cold of the world be exhaled from all our character and conduct, so that it may be the means of enabling all with whom we come in contact to resist the aridity and the coldness of the world too. Let each of us be so full of Christ's healing and saving power, so saturated with His salvation, as it were, that we ourselves may be Christ's best medicines. Let the words "Physician, heal thyself" be in the very forefront of our profession and of our life throughout all the years; and we ourselves in such a case will be among the most potent influences for good in the world. [Illustration: PLEDGED.] By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc. CHAPTER XVI. "GOOD-BYE, SWEETHEART." Beside the Wishing Well stood Anthony Trevithick, pale and moody. His eyes were on the ground, and an old childish habit of biting his nails when he was perplexed or in trouble had come back to him. "I beg your pardon," said Lord Glengall at his elbow. "I have returned for some things Miss Graydon left behind her." "These?" asked the young fellow, pointing with his foot to the little heap of trinkets on the moss. But even in his anger he blushed for the unhappiness of the position. Lord Glengall stooped and picked up the things, and stuffed them into one of the pockets of his rough coat. He turned as if to go away. Then he hesitated an instant and came back. "There is no reason why we should be enemies," he said, advancing a step nearer. "No?" replied Anthony Trevithick, lifting his moody eyes. "That depends." "On what, sir?" "On--a great many things," stammered the young man. "You mean on whether I am prepared to stand aside and to sacrifice everything that you may have your will. I know the state of affairs, you see." "I meant to seek you out and tell you, Lord Glengall. I ought to say, perhaps, that Miss Graydon is without reproach in this matter." "Neither of us is likely to wrong her in our thoughts, I hope," said Lord Glengall. "The question is, whether _you_ are without reproach." "By what right----" began the younger man. "Hush!" said the other, with a dignity that was more compelling than his words. "We are speaking as man to man. Miss Graydon has told me something of how affairs lay between you and her, but not all. Why did you leave her in the first instance in the position of a half-engaged girl?" "Are you her ambassador?" "She is dearer to me, I dare swear, than she is to you, though you will not believe it. There is no use in beating about the bush. If I think you can make her happier than I can, I am prepared to give her back her promise." "Lord Glengall!" A gesture silenced the words on his lips. "Don't say anything, please. If I do it, I do it for her. And I shall only give her up to you if I am sure you are worthy."