“You are to submit yourself to my guidance. I ask you, once for all, Will you give up these wild courses of yours?”
“Dr. Vince,” cried Samuel, “I cannot! I cannot!”
“Then I tell you it will be necessary for us to part. You will give up your position, and you will leave the church.”
The tears started into Samuel's eyes. “Doctor,” he cried frantically, “don't cast me out! Don't! I beg you on my knees, sir!”
“I have spoken,” said the other, clenching his hands.
“But think what you are doing!” protested the boy. “You are casting out your own soul! You are turning your back upon the truth!”
“I tell you you must go!” exclaimed the doctor.
“But think of it! It means the end of the church. For don't you see—I shall have to fight you! I shall have to expose you! And I shall prevail over you, because I have the truth with me—because you have cast it out! Think what you are doing when you cast out the truth!”
“I will hear no more of this!” cried Dr. Vince wildly. “You are raving. I tell you to go! I tell you to go! Go now!”
And Samuel turned and went, sobbing meanwhile as if his heart would break.