Pepeeta was drawing him irresistibly to herself; he was like a man in the outer circle of a vortex, of which she was the center.  The touch of her soft hand which he could still feel, the farewell glance of eyes which still glowed before his imagination, attracted him like a powerful magnet.  It was true that he did not know where she was; but he felt that he could find her in the uttermost parts of the earth by yielding himself to the impulse which she had awakened in his heart.

“A dark veil of mystery hangs over my past.  My present is full of misery and unrest.  I will see if the future has any joys in store for me,” he said to himself at the close of one of his restless days.

Without so much as a word of farewell, he crept out of the house in the gathering dusk, and started in pursuit of the bright object that floated like a will-o’-the-wisp before his inner eye.

A feeling of exultation and relief seized him as he left the place made dark and dreadful by the memory of that tragic scene through which he had so recently passed; the quiet of the evening soothed his perturbed spirits, and the tranquil stars looked down upon him with eyes that twinkled as if in sympathy.

It is an old tradition of the monks, that when the sap begins to run in the vines on sunny slopes, a revolt and discontent thrills in the bottles imprisoned in the darkness of the wine vaults.  Such a discontent and fever had been thrilling in David’s veins during these warm spring days, when the whole world had been in a ferment of life, and he had been bottled up in the gloom and narrowness of the little country village; and yielding himself to the emotions that seethed in his breast, he broke all the tender ties of the past and went blindly into the future.

He had been suddenly fascinated by a beautiful woman and bewildered by an unscrupulous man; he had felt the foundations of his religious faith shaken, and discovered that his own life had sprung from an illicit passion.  These are violent blows, and many a man has gone down before a single one of them.  If the blows had been delivered singly at long intervals he might have survived the shock; but following each other in swift succession like great tidal waves they had literally swept him from his moorings.

Such collapses fill us with horror and questioning.  How do they come about?  Can they be prevented?  These are the deepest problems of life, and our psychology is still impotent to solve them.  We can detect and measure the dross in metals or the poison in drugs; but we have no solvent that will reduce a complex nature like David’s into its original elements and enable us to differentiate a son’s responsibility from that of his father.