Young Emil needs a firm hand, and only Witherspoon can hold him down to usefulness." "Why are you telling me all these things ?" suddenly said Alice Worthington, her cheeks paling in a strange dismay.
"Because," said the young man, slowly, "I have long desired to follow out a special line of medical investigation in Vienna.

I have the two years yet before I reach thirty, in which I propose to make my mark in original research, or else return to New York to my old routine, fortified by the contact of the ablest medical minds in the world." "This is impossible! YOU SHALL NOT GO!" suddenly cried Alice Worthington, with pallid cheeks aflame with sudden blushes.

Her bosom was heaving in some strange tumult as Atwater took her trembling hands in his own.
"It would be so hard for me to say 'Good bye," he almost whispered, "that I have decided to write you from New York.

I have already secured my passage on the 'Paris.'" "And you will not allow me to recompense you for all you have done ?" whispered Alice, bravely struggling to keep back her tears.
"Yes; I will," resolutely answered Atwater.

"Go on lifting up the lowly, bind up their bruised hearts, and all good men will bless your name.