Evening star., 1901-11-02

prayer for tolerance. for patience, but the
eyes of the elder man never strayed their
way. Finally he dropped his fork, his nap
Kin slipped to the floor and one strongly
veined hand fell upon the tabiecloth with
an almost despairing crash.
The first Marvin In four generations to
fail! Preachers before you every one of
us-father, grandfather and greatgrand-
father. and you. my only son, fan me-ut-
terly."
There was no appeal in that voice. squar-
ed his shoulders. and his voice rang out
more convincingly than from the pulpit
1t Is not my fault, father If you had
spent one-half the money you put into my
theological course on making an engineer
OF me L would have been credit to you,
But now-weu, did my best to please you.
but the work is not for me nor in me-"
His father stepped to the study and re-
turned with letter bearing the notehead
of the seminary from which Arthur had
just been graduated. Arthur read 1t and
named 1t back to his father, his face turn
Ing ashy gray.
Il will not call DR.. Crawford a spy or
an informer. 1t was probably his duty, or
part OF 1t, to keep you Informed as to my
movements, but he might have gone fur
ther. He might have said that every reci-
tation missed was made up-that every
absence could have been accounted for In
the office OF an expert engineer-that my
visits in the slums were for the purpose OF
studying the real condition of the lowest
and most slavish working classes AS for
heretical speechs-I wish had made more
OF them; wish could have dragged every
one OF those students away from their books
to men, to the lives into which they were
expected to bring relief and comfort"
Pastor Marvin stood with iivid face, the
letter crumpled and moist in his hand, and
the voice of his son swept on.
Now that We are at the root of this
matter. let's speak the truth. I'd rather
give men a chance to live here than to as
sure them OF safety in the life to come
How can they prepare for future exist
ence amid conditions so degrading? How
can they serve the God preach when they
are starving that some one man may ac-
cumuiate wealth"
Pastor Marvin swayed and clutched a
son of a preacher whose
How can / look to these people for
financial support when l know that every
dollar they pay into the church Is earned
at the risk Of their lives? I tell you I'd
| rather invent some means for neutralizing
| hre-damp, of lessening the chances Of ex-
plosion, than to tell these people to accept
privation and death as dispensations of
Providence. And there was no other way
| to convince you that ] was not meant for
| the work than Just what I did today-to
let you see for yourself that ] was fail
urea dead failurer
And you Aaunt 1t In my face! You
boast that you were failure-and l the
witness Of Your disgrace. You are no son
| OF Marvin: have done my best for you.
but you WIN not see the light"
l His hand pointed to the door. And
| Arthur understood.
Might was settling down on Wymore Gap
when Lucy tapped at Arthurs door He
sat at his window watching the tiny lam
terms Of the night shift, twinkIing ever and
ever nearer to the yawnins holes In the
mountain side. His grip, packed with his
few beionsings, lay open on the bed,
l Lucy crept softly to his side and her arms
/ slipped around his neck.
/ ARTHUR, dear, you're not eoinrf Oh. bs
win feel differently tomorrow. Il 81 only
| his family pride that 10 hurt. and you viii
break his heart and mine. Arthur. dearest,
you VIII stay. Just one more dayf~
| mo. I would be q thorn IN His Aesh. I
| tried to make him see this years agc Lucy
/ bat he was obdurate. He would net listen
te my side
lR I-'what am to do without you? I