“Must it be? Must we then
Render back to God again
This, His broken work, this thing
For His man that once did sing?”
—Josephine Prestor Peabody.
“And listen! I declare to you that if all is as you say—and
I do not doubt it—you have never ceased to be virtuous in
the sight of God!”—Victor Hugo.
THE REBEL PROVES THAT HE IS LOST TO GOOD FORM AND RESPECTABILITY BY STEPPING BETWEEN A SINNER AND THE WAGES OF SIN, THUS EVIDENCING TO THE PILLARS OF SOCIETY HIS COMPLETE DEGENERATION
Part 1
Sam Miller came into Jeff's office one night as he was looking over the editorials. Farnum nodded abstractedly to him.
“Take a chair, Sam. Be through in a minute.”
Presently Jeff pushed the galley proof to one side and looked at his friend. “Well, Sam?” Almost at once he added: “What's the matter?”
There were queer white patches on Miller's fat face. He looked like a man in hell. A lump rose in his throat. Two or three times he swallowed hard.
“It's—it's Nellie.”
“Nellie Anderson?”
He nodded.