GOD For the next three months I was an atheist! These are easy words to write, but terrible to realize.

No one but those who know can tell the terror of a man who has given up belief in an Eternal Goodness, in a living God that cares for man.
I left Yorkshire with some little hope in my heart--the memory of Gertrude's words was with me, cheering me during the long ride; but when once alone in my rooms, nothing but a feeling of utter desolation possessed my heart.

The terrible night on the Yorkshire moors came back again, the dark forbidding waters, the ghastly red hand, the gleaming knife, the struggle--all were real.

Did I kill him?
I did not know.
Possibly I was a murderer in act, if not in thought.

I could not bear to think of it.