Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-03-28

lived among them 80 long himself that
he had acquired strong affection for
the raw material of human nature;
but what link was there between the
delicate-handed Cyril and these I'M
tutored sons of impulse? 4 link there
surely must be, or they would not
thus come pouring in to hear him.
Far down among the hard viSASeS
Of the artisans Everard saw some
blackroated, clerical-ookins men,
whose peculiar haIf-tinished appear
ance proclaimed Them to be dissenting
ministers. and he remembered how the
vcrger told him that the popular Spur
geon himself did not diSdain to try
and catch the secret of the deans
Soldcn-mouthed cloQuence.
Such an agitation pervaded his be-
ing, that even the quiet majesty Of
the great dim cathedral could scarcely
calm him. He could now count the
hours before his meeting with lillian
and another second might bring him
face 10 face with Cyril. whom he had
last seen IN the terrible moment of
his sentence, 1t seemed as If the
service would never begin The wor-
shippers still poured in. the nave was
full; but where We're the clergy? The
organ had been sounding for some
time soft, mellow music, as soothing
as the wave-lullaby of the summer
sea, with no hint of smmhering tenn
pests, and n sick fancy took Evcrard'S
shaken mind that something was
wrong, and Cyril would never come.
He seemed to have been looking at
that dark sea of earnest faces, and
hearing that solemn, wavc-ltke music
forever in the beam broken dusk Of
the building. But at last melody
rose slowly. like an ocean spirit, out
Of the softly breaking waves of music
and tloated away over its surface; 1t
was Memberships. IF with all your
hearts We truly seek mc"-thc same
which Cyril had listened 10 in the hour
of his desperate inward conflict eigh-
teen Years ago, and the small choir
entered with two clergymen, one of
whom wore the scarlet hood of doc
tor over his snowy surplice, and whom
he heard it whispered was no other
than the great dean
He had so stationed himself, partly
with a view to being unseen by the
preacher. that he only caught a brief
glimpse of the procession. and lost
sight of the dean entirely when the
latter took the place he occupied dur
ing the prayers 80 that he could not
recognize him.
Cyril had risen that morning re-
freshed by sleep, and had looked upon
the disturbing events Of the previous
evening from quite another point of
view. In the evening, alone in the
silence of hls sturdy, he had been a
sinful man, face to face with the
awful consequences Of his guilt, pros
trate before the God whose laws he
had broken, and whose priesthood he
had diShonorcd. In the sunny morn
ing, at the breakfast table, surrounded
by an adoring family, with servants
attentive to his will with a pile Of
correspondence before him CORES,
pondencc in which the Dean of Bel
minister was asked TO do this and
that ana implored to give advice or
attendance on the other; correspond
ence relating to the Rishopric of War
ham, which was now virtually his own
he was another man; he was the
Dean Of BemtnStcr, the BiShop-deslg
nate of Warbam. the friend of princes
and ministers, the popular author, the
chosen guide Of troubled consciousness
This man naturally thought in other
ways than the conscience stricken sin
ner alone with his guilt.
While breakfasting and chatting
pleasantly with his children. and with
Miss Mackenzie and the German TUTOR
both of whom were under the spell
of his fascination, an under-cuiTent Of
Thought passed through his mind on
the subject of last nights unsuspectcd
agony. While rapidly running through
his correspondence. and answering let
ter after letter with the swift skill Of
a practised pen; while entering the
cathedral behind the white-IDbed choir;
while listening to the chanted prayers
and psalms; while sending his beauti-
full voice pealing down the dim aisleS
on the wings Of the ancient Hebrew
poems; the same under-current OF
thought flowed silently on.
Was II his fault that series Of
blunders had condemned Eye-ard to
an excessive sentence for crime that
was never committed? Was he re-
sponsible for the severity Of the judge,
the stupidity Of the jury, the unlucky
blunderfngS Of the witnesses above
all. for the perjury Of Alma Lee: A
man may love q woman who has sin
ned, hut few men love women who
sin for their sake even though that
sin be Of their own comprising. Cyril
had turned from Alma after her frs,
fall but when She stood and swore
TO the undoing OF Everard, he loath"d
her with an unspeakable loathing. He
said to himself that she was thorough
" bad. the cause Of every trouble he
had ever known; as the sons Of Adam
eSrt ha 4p.4tt-