The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-08-28

else. In the training schools the preachers
have been studying these special things,
and if they're going out into the material
handiwork of God for their sermons they
must also study biology and geology with
some of the Specifications of each. Back
of it all is the thoroughness required in this
last. One can have a smattering of Greek
and Hebrew and get some good from it.
| but a smattering of science is the most dan
! gerous thing in the world"
''I guess I'm perfectly safe, them" Shack
lett laughed, for I've not even a smatter-
ing of science. 1 didn't mean that. but
guess that's where it all goes to. What
meant was that a good many people like
me spend their Sundays on wheels as far
from a church as they get. and don't
see why they couldn't have some religion
pumped into them out in the woods and
along the road. just as they initiate their
rubber tires with air I've an idea that
there's as much religion as air out there;
| but, like the air, the most of it's going to
waste because nobody it, and nobody
has it pumped into him by somebody with
a pulpit pump, pump pulpit, who would
| be a new kind of preacher, but maybe
good kind"
was that the Rev Mr.. Bradbury was more
| at sea than ever about Shackletts proper
place in a world based on good morals; and
] Shacklett concluded that the Rev. Mr..
Bradbury was man who put up about as
tough a proposition as one would want to
! go against Shacklett had hoped that the
minister would be sentimentally imprac-
tical like a mugwump or a white-ribbon
| laIh hut hat
preacher was of different mold.
| The next day he managed to bring the
conversation with Mary Stoddard around
again to the subject of steering a boat, and
then incidentally and very casually asked
her whether she thought it would be hard
| for pilot to be good.
II don't see how he can be anything
else" she replied. "IIe is always in the
very center of Gods finest works and he
ought to fairly absorb religion from his
surroundings"
but he don't get much chance to go to
| church and hear the Bible expounded from
the pulpit" he suggested, land he works
all day Sunday instead of going to Sunday
| school,"
"Of course, ii depends on the man." she
| retorted, ''and for some men that would
| Utdu HtdlllClllSllis Uul AOl OlllCl WIN
have what 1 think is normal feel
ing-and, at any rate, for all women
there's a peculiar influence in the day Sun
| day itself. Whether one be Christian
who never misses to go to church twice.
or pagan who goes fishing down the river.
one is sure to feel the expansion of life on
Sunday that is the evidence of Gods day
of the limitless expansion of God as COM
III 1f
mankind. The environment on Sunday
moves back its horizon for all men, but it
is oppressive to feel how narrow is the
view of the most active mind on a Sunday
in June 1t makes me feel, when L think
of it, like an artist with a crude sketch of
a beehive in my hand standing before a
Murillo And the pilot who passes his Sun
days in summer in the very heart throbs of
this limitless expansion must absorb good
deal of it
I'm afraid the theOlogians would not
| approve of you if they heard that kind of
preaching-for it was a sermon to me- he
ventured, with a quick running of his hand
| through a lock of hair on his forehead in
| a gesture that always denoted in him what
holding ones breath is said to denote in
stories of fiction-the doing of very bold
| thing with expectancy that it would come
out all right. but surety but that it
would spoil everything. She answered him
with a light laugh:
| II have quit talking about the theolo-
| gians. don't believe there are such people
any more: they are like the fairies and
! Santa Claus; they did exist once, but
they've been driven out by changing condi-
/ tions Now, instead of the theologians we
have a large number of fine men, well edu-
/ Gated, practically independent of any bonds,
/ and we must treat one of them as a single
/ specimen and judge only him-not judge a
whole class by the character of one indi-
vidual l never saw two men so different
| in my life as the Rev. Mr.. Bradbury over
| there and the only other minister in our
| town"
/ Shacklett's hand went up through that
| lock of hair again, and he said, with a
/ smile so broad that the girl at his side
/ could see one part of it spreading literally
| over his face although she could not see
the peculiar Cutlery brightness in his eyes,
! like sunshine on ice:
/ That's just what I've been thinking late
/ ~, but 1 could net be sure of it. This Mr.
Bradbury seems so different from what l
always expected a preacher should be- If
1 lived in his town 1 believe I'd go to
| church. That's funny. you know, for l
never went TO church much. 1 believe now
| I'll learn to be a pilot. and then l won't
feel that I'm neglecting duty every Sun
day. If you hadn't mentioned the other
! Warsaw preacher I'd say that you never
saw two men as different as Mr. Bradbury
and me, but if l say that now ii makes me
resemble the other preacher. and assume
that he's not even as good a preacher as
this one; so you've spoiled what L intended
/ 10 say.
Il never saw anybody quite much like
the Rev. Mr.. Bradbury as you are, Mr.
! Shacklett, if you'll permit me to say So"
Her quick retort, which came boldly
enough 10 show conviction. and shyly
enough to carry its own apology staggered
Shacklett He got away soon. so that he
could think il over.
| Its about time 10 count votes.' he said
TO himself into rising clouds Of cigsS smoke