St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-27

world not built with hands. In Thy
name, and the name of Thy Son, hear
our prayers. Amen"
The rich voice of the Rev. B. B..
Bedell intoned these words of his Sun
day morning invocation with warmth:
pleading, tremulous pathos, that
moved his fashionable congregation to
an interest beyond its accustomed wont.
Beneath the folds OF silk and breadths
of broadcloth that filed pew after pew
of the church, hearts strained and torn
with mere existing, felt stealing into
them the peace of the Father, so elO-
quently invoked.
Through half-closed eyes the Rev.
Bedell had closely watched his congre-
CATION as he prayed. He felt as he ut
tered the closing words that he had
moved them. His inner consciousness
told him that the intelligence before
him could not resist his we'll selected
words, carefully arrayed sentences, the
exquisite modulatiOnS of his voice. He
made his prayers and his sermons rhe-
torical and oratorical gems. Heard in
the sanctuary of the Church of Grace
the listener under the spell of the soft
light, the perfume of the flowers at the
altar, the melody of that wonderful
voice, they made the speaker seem in
spired, a veritable Paul, laundering
down upon a sin-stricken world, the
revelations and laws of the one God.
This morning he had outdone himself.
Never before had his humility seemed
SO great. Never had his congregation
heard such prayer for the sins of man :;
such pleading for Divine intercession.
His eye saw the flushed faces before
him. In the hour of his pride he cried
within himself, Gam not anOinted"'
That moment he noticed an usher
show into one of the pewS near the cen
ter of the church lady. When the
service was ended and he was Ytaying
for his home, he remembered that she
had very yellow hair and blue eyes, SO
peculiar of expression that he could not
saw from his distant view whether they
were gay or grave.
At dinner he mentioned her to his
wife, who replied that she had noticed
the elegance of her costume and that
she was handsome. But" she added,
81 am sure she is not good woman.
She never took her eyes Off you, and
whenever you said anything particu-
larly fine she smiled aWfully wicked
one of those smiles, Butler (the rever-
ends Christian name), that come only
at the corners of the mouth and eyes,"
Curious, my DEAR" commented MIR.
Bedell, THAT the sanctity of the hour
and place could not keep your eyes off
her toilet and-Smlie."
at was either that or listen to your
In
Iady's sharp retOrt. The quarrel might
have gone farther had not just then the
doorbell rung. In moment the servant
laid at Mr.. BedelFS plate note. He
tore it open and read:
"a Christian lady in mental and
physical distress needs the services OF
clergyman. VIII you come with the
bearer at Once?"
He did not show it to his wife, but
excuslng himself left the table, and go
ing to his room arranged his attire
preparatory to answering the summons.
Coming down the stairs on his way out,
Mrs. Bedell met him.
'sButler," she said, laying hand on
his arm, sis there woman at the bot
tom of your haSte?"
He waived Der aside. Gan GRAND of
Christian mercy, madame, and nothing
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her, though, as to miss a sight of the
sneer on her lips, nor fail To hear her
say, "Christian mercy? From you?"
The messenger was waiting at the
door. Together they went rapidly
down the street, across another, then
caught street car and were rapidly
taken to No. Cos Elm avenue. Mr..
Bedell looked the house over. 1t was
irreprochably fashionable in exterior.
but he did not know the place nor
neighborhood. He rang the bell and
heard afar Off an answering tinkle.
just before the bell of No. Cos was rung
a lady stood before her mirror in her
boudoir on the second floor of that num-
Der. Her maid had finished her toilet,
and she was surveying her own lowell
ness. Her costume was singular for a
Sunday afternoon. She held up her