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

| by them, advanced his head and
Sazei over his hymnhook: 81 that he
could SIZE the preacher without much
OF his own face being seen, and his
| ttrSl glance 4: the face, i$landvd from
the dusk In the ruidy glow OF gas,
hight, told him that he must have
r@NSnizh Cyril anyw herr, and set
his heart beating vehemrntly with 4
mixture Of love and hate.
At tnrty-thrcr Dean Maitland was
in his fullest prime: the years had
| ripened instead Of wasting and crush
ing him, AS they had Everari. Tho
! iArk-hrown hair waved rs gracefully
us III his youth over his broad, clear
brow. while the few silver threads ain
1t were unseen; the finely cut, CLOSELY
shaven features were little sharpened
in outline; the light-hlue eyes were
more Sunken, and they glowcd with
an inteuSer radiance. The old fa,N,
was there, but the expression was al,
tered there wis hard austcrity
about the mouth when IN rcpoSe that
verSed upon cruelty, though no one
who had ever seen those fine lips
curve into their winning smile when
speaking could accuse them OF any
thing harSher than Il severe purity
quite In character With the mans
writings and his calling, and during
the most immSSioned glances of the
wonderfully expressive eyes they had
Il certain CLEAN which suggested the
quaint and quiet humor which made
the dean SO delightful in society.
Yet over all the face and in the
whole bearing Everard saw an express
sion he had never seen before. and
which he could not analyZc, but which
struck him with keen pain, and called
to his mind Millions description of the
fallen Srraph on whose faded check
sat care.
| All that evening Evrmrd's mind was
haunted Ivy the image of the fallen
angel once the brightest of the sons
of morning, weighted with his unut
tcrahlr woe, and ycarning Tor the lost
glory that could never more liz his.
! In the meantime. the closing notes
of the hymn died away IN the long
and lingering cadcnccS Of the organ.
the great congregation seated itself
with Subducd rustic and murmur
and the dean. in his magnificent voice
/ and pure enumeration, g"''' ont his
| text.
CHAPTER ~
The voice which had been 50 full of
music in Cyril MaitlandS youth. had
now become not only an Instrumental
OF great compass and rich cone, but
II was played by IN artist who was
perfect master Of his craft. 1t was
said of the Bishop of BrlmnStrr that
he could pronounce the mystic word
"McSopotama in such manner ms
to affect his auditors to tears, but of
the dean II might be avtrrrd that his
! pronunciation of "Mcsopotamia" cauS-
ed the listeners hearts to vibrate with
every sorrow and every JOY they had
ever known, all In the brief space of
time occupied by the uttcrancc of that
! affecting word. Everard had heard
this saying in Rclminstcr. and knew
well what CNrirS voice was of old, but
he was quite unprrparcd for the tire
! mcndous rush of emotion that over
whcl;ncd him when the dean opened
his clear-cut lips and said. with the
pathos the words demanded. I'VE took
sweet counsel together, and walked in
the house of God as friends"
He then paused, as his custom was.
to let the words sink deeply into his
/ hearers minds before he began his
discourse, and Everards very life
seemed to pause with him, while he
felt himself shaken In his innermost
depths. Then he remembered that
Cyril'S passionate sermon upon limo
ccnce was the last he had heard from
him. Since that he had heard only
the discourses of prison cbaplnins to
IN accompaniment of whispered bias
phcmy and filth. Once more he saw
the little church Mt Melbourne, the
beautiful young priest offering the
chalice to the kneeling people in the
wintery sun CLEANS: once more he saw
the shadowy figure in the afternoon
dusk, uttering his agonized appeals Il
the startled listeners below.
yes, my brothers," said the dean
Che eschcwed "brcthren," as both con
vcntonal and obsolete, and dwclt with
loving information on the word "broth-
ers'), Jesus Christ and Judas took
sweet counsel together, and walked In
the house of God as friends, strange
ms 1t appears to u.s. difficult AK 1t Is
to realize a fact so startling, since In
all the whole range Of the worlds
tragic history there has never been
found character so vile as the one
or so spotless as the other