Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-12-16

carriage. Mr.. Porter. snugly buttoned In
his frock coat, and with his silk hat tip
ped back from his forehead, stood in the
doorway talking to General Whipple,
who was, as usual in crowds, lost from
the more agile comrade of his marches
| many. Wheaton fastened down to the
| and good mornings of the occupants
gave him further benedietion. Evelyn and
MISS Warren were nearest him; as he
stood talking to them Belle Marshall es-
pied Raridan across his shoulders.
"Oh, there's Mr.. Raridani" she cried
but when Wheaton stood aside Raridan
had already disappeared around the car
riage and had come into view at the on
poslte window with general Saiutation,
which included them all, but Miss Mar
shall more particularly.
Il m sure that sermon VIII do you good
Mr.. Raridan;' the Virginia girl drawled
She was one of those young women who
fatter men by assuming that they are
very depraved. Even impeccable young
sters are susceptible to this harmless form
oh, I'm always good, Miss Porter can
tell you that"
Don't take my name in vain" said Eve
iyn, co"ertly looking at him, but turning
again to Wheaton,.
You see your witness has failed you
Going to church isn't all of being good
Wheaton and Evelyn were holding a
lively conversation. Evelyn's ANNA ton
was for his benefit, Raridan knew. and it
enraged him. He had been ready for peace
but Evelyn had shubbed him He was,
moreover. standing in the mud in his pat
ent leather shoes while another man
chatted with her in greater dignity from
the curb. His chaff with Miss Marshall
lacked its usual teasing quality; he was
glad when Mr.. Porter came and took his
place in the carriage
Raridan had little to say as he and Whea-
ton walked homeward together, though
Wheaton felt in duty bound to express his
pleasure in the music and, little less
IND
was on something else, and Wheaton turned
inward to his own thoughts He was COM
placent in his own virtue; he had made the
most of the talents God had given him. and
in his Sunday evening lectures DR. Morn
ingstar had laid great stress on this: 1t was
the doctors Idea of the preaching office to
make life appear easy. and he filled his
church twice every Sunday with people who
were glad to see 1T that way. AS Wheaton
walked beside Raridan he thought of the
venerable figure that had leaned OUT over
the congregation of st. Paufs that morn
ing. and appealed in his own mind from
Bishop DeIafield to DR.. Morningstar, and
felt that the bishop was overrulad AS
he understood DIR. Morningstar's preaching
1t dealt chiefly with what the doctor called
ideality. and this, as near as Wheaton could
make out, was derived from Ruskin. Elmer
son and Carlyle. who were the doctors ia
vorite authors. The Impression which re-
manned with him Of the morning at st.
PauFs was not of the rugged old bishops
sermon which he had already dismissed,
but of the novel exercises In the chancel.
the faint breath of perfumes that were to
him the true odor OF sanctity and what he
would have called. If he had defined 1t.
the heightened atmosphere of the place.
Thee bishop was only an occasional visitor
in the cathedral he was old fashioned and
a crank: but no doubt the regular minister
of the congregation preached cheerfuller
idea of life than his bishop. and more of
that amiable conduct which is, as DR..
Morningstar was forever quoting from
man named Arnold, three-fourths of life.
When Wheaton reached his room he found
an envelope lying on his table. much soiled.
and addressed in an uniformed hand. to
himself It contained dirty scrap Of paper
bearing these words;
"Jim: I'll be at the Occidental Hotel to-
night at o'clock. Don't fail to como.
BILLY"
(ro be continued tomorrow.)