And they were not sent
in vain. Ever after he set watch and ward at the doors of his heart.
Evil guests, already in possession, were difficult to cast out; but,
he invited the good to come in, opening the way by kind and noble
acts, done in the face of opposing selfishness. Thus he went on,
peopling the guest-chamber with sweet beatitudes, until angels
instead of demons filled his house of life.
VI.
CAST DOWN, BUT NOT DESTROYED.
"_TRIPPED_ again!"
"Who?"
"Brantley."
"Poor fellow! He has a hard time of it. Is he all the way down?"
"I presume so. When he begins to fall, he usually gets to the bottom
of the ladder."
It was true; Brantley had tripped again; and was down. He had been
climbing bravely for three or four years, and was well up the ladder
of prosperity, when in his eagerness to make two rundles of the
ladder at a step instead of one, he missed his footing and fell to
the bottom. My first knowledge of the fact came through the
conversation just recorded. From all I could hear, Brantley's
failure was a serious one. I knew him to be honorable and
conscientious, and to have a great deal of sensitive pride.
A few days afterwards, while passing the pleasant home where
Brantley had been residing, I saw a bill up, giving notice that the
house was for sale. A few days later I met him on the street. He did
not see me. His eyes were on the pavement; he looked pale and
careworn; he walked slowly, and was in deep thought.
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