The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1903-03-07

The Connecticut valley poured out
J the Intoxicating greens when 2re Gieiet
wind crept from the river toward W 5t1ea
the minister lifted his eyes as he ploddeo
through the sand to Friday evening meet
ing. n;n,, s,,,set
misunderstanding. broken from the heart
of the rose-and the west blazed high:
For the glory of the LORD dotn hs''len
it," murmured the minister: eooo s,ou-
~. The glow defined his features as
Pitilessly as If it had been the glory Org o OF
calmly az they might have borne the
other: He had one Of the faces which 40
not shrink, whether from the physical or
moral searchlght; not a line: about the
mouth wavered; nor did the inner spark
in the eye retreat. He had a noble face.
His mouth was a trifle severe, but from
his dark eyes, there melted and broke
persistent tenderness
And the lamb is the light thereof"
added the minister conscientiously, re-
garding the sky.
This spoken .afterthought was quantity
characteristic of the Rev. Adam Law
The doctrine of the Trinity must not be
sghted because no parishioner happened an
tense struggle to be sound Thus was
the ideal Of this simple. good man.: He
saw the window of heaven opened and the
an-els in white dresses chanted around
a throne. Upon it sat his system OF the
ology.
The June evening sank to her couch;
The colors in the sky changed, but burned
on. The river received them gently. Tie
unknown fields took to themselves owe,
black shad lows and the clover tops ceased
to NOD Even the grain tossed }e Its d 6ad
lain down. The arms Of the two rows
Of elms that guarded the village street
there was but one) seemed TO cross mem 7.
selves, like those Of soldiers on parade
rest.
AS the minister passed under the elms
h. his hat He er
They had not offered him donation par
ties when the salary fell short; they had
never questioned his orthodoxy; they had
AS Mr.. Law pa ssed under the elm trees
two sounds smote the celestial stiffness
Of the evening One ~ was the to ILL, OF OF
congregation to weekly meeting" The
other was the drum of q. circus. a mile
back in the village, .pealing gaily from rom
old old Nathan Roar Ad 9being a Universalist9
could not be dissuaded from renting once
year to the emissaries Of the devil:
Now the circus came from Hartford "a,
thought this eminently natural; for he
had, OF late, begun to cherish private
don5as about the eoqnaness Of ens st tae
not thoroughly tested yet, as to his Mt
ness to honor the ancient records of that
unassailable theological seminary. .,
interests Of New England will be able
easily to understand the personal creed
OF the. Rev. Adam Law, when told that
To readers uninterested in such matters
no explanation need be offered; and to
say that our l1ero-for in spite of his
theology he was IN; heronp pc M a. 70 6 fnG
School," would offer no elucidation. u,
II shall be late to d!Tinf Se, pss
.nost oooeod ~ FOIL Mrs Doom must
really be constrained to prepare my even
ing meal at the appointed hour 1t was
not on this wise when my good wife vie, lived i've.
She is not-and Mrs. Doom Isl
He thought in such quaint and stately
sentences as Montadgne tnGuSh
His emotions moved scripturally. Yet
his brown eyes blazed like boys. He
hurried on under the elms, now deep IN
lower dusk, and cutting exquisite Lear
Ing and dimming sky.
The bell ceased tolling with a snap
that would have done credit to Univer-
salism or even Athanasianism. Deacon
Sleeper was already in his seat: Deacon
Hopwell looked out of the big window Of
the westinghouse that bounded his pew
Wayle, the town poor (there was but one
In the viIlage), united her dyed and ironed
black bonnet-strngs and leaned oyer me
front gallery seat to watch the aisle. Bah
Roar, the village drunkard, loafed up TO
the church steps and sat down on the
lowest, chewing TOBACCO earnestly: thou,
These things were all as usual. as they
had been, more or less. for forty years;
as they would continue to be for who
knew how many years to S2me IVA noooe-
full to the minister as he hurried 4p the
steps and went in to CONDUCT the Friday
PRAYER meeting on that gentle June night.
It did occur to him him., tn aho tnt the steps
and yestibule-in fact, Bah Roar was
their solitary ornament-but he dismiss,ee93
the observation as unlmpoItanit' 1 mon uI
proportion Of whisper and rustic wn1ea
buzzed through the church as ne passso
up the aisle. But the instant x 1hat the he
trained eye Of lifelong master OF audi
ences, that something had happened
His keen glance shot from pew 10 gads-
Ribie with the Inch broad. red book
mark embroidered in gold beads by the
AS the choir struck up the opening si an n
s seeft's "pay Of the Lord" hymn equal
hest eV for the worst) Dies 1rae-Deacon
HonweIl creaked up the broad aisle IN
his best and noisest boots. and handed
folded slip of paper to the Kew. Aoa'i'
The minister took it, and rea dot sl9 ~
lv. He was prepared to find tnaI tne
ladies' DorcaS would meet next 1uee,
day at the house of Mrs. Deacon sleeper
or that the family of our late lamenteo
sister, who passed away last week. re-
quested the sympathy of the congresa-
ton; possibly that some of his ten OF
twelve Young parishioners desired pray
ers for an awakened INTEREST; perhaps
oh, perhaps, that Bah Roar was unue e
conviction Instead, the minister read IN
Deacon Hopwell's own somewhat WorlolH
and judicial hand-for Deacon Hop"eli
was the sheriff:
There's been row at the circus:
Man killed and murderer escaped. MY
deputy is out with search parties. JOIN
them after meeting. Thought you ought
to be informed before you conduct the
services There is great excitement in.the
The minister folded the naper and
bowed his head. Some thought he was
shocked, for he was sensitive man. as
the unsensitive duly perceived; some said
that he was praying, for he was a devout
man, as everybody knew.
sDay of wrath! that dreadful day.
sang the choir, vigorously. The soprano
was particularly shril, and little
vicious Her upper G bored through Mr..
Laws ears like an anger.
What power shall De the sinners stay:
How shall he meet that dreadful day.
people observed that it was pale They
were accustomed to see him deeply
moved BY sorrow and by sin. For a man
of such inhuman theology. he had the
most human heart that ever beat Dehlnd
the pulpit bars of a New England church.
Deacon Hopwen glanced at him
sharply. Mrs. Deacon Sleeper nudged
Deacon Sleeper with her bombazine
elbow; This viii give him one %. Of :, ms ms