The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-06-27

and breathe air unpouted noxious and edamp shut
themselves within the walls of Zion church
every one Of them rssested surprising aeerination
be flock, loud and earnest
brushes boiled shirts
1t was old Caughey boss of No Z shaft, who told
Father Feeley the he Stood hat in hand when
his spiritual adviser out from early mass
Its hard you'll put father, for gon'
to Pastor Marvns church the day? Sure it's little Arthur
time He's been college these three years, an they
do he's smart man-hm that took ride down
roun the breakers
since Tim
He paused and Father Feeey grasped the thin muscular
hand
with the saints by caughey, never fear: Yes you
go and hear young Marvin. I mind him myself, likely
spoken and lad who seemed always to love
men,"
Three hours later Arthur Marvin Stood with tightly
folded gazing from his window across the square to
the church which had been his fathers charge and which,
according to the rules regulations of the denomination
represented, might now become his
Eagerly familiar in That slow
gathering congregation There Mary MacNeal whose
husband explosion Of 81 She
still black and she had in plenty for there
pretty Bessie Mcguire whose Dick had been caught
in blast Lizzie Dugan whose husband Of
three happy months had with the last nasty
in. and-yes, there Caughey band of dusty
black Arthur it
seemed years since he and Tmsquare shoudered( light
hearted, honestntentioned Tim-had chased the
breakers together. Then day Tim had down to
Just one day Arthur felt strange grip on his throat He
turned abruptly from the window Caughey with uncertain
steps, entered the unaccustomed place of worship.
They crossed the little together Marvin.
tall stalwart and despite years. Arthur
shorter but with the same determination in his bear
ing and Lucy No in Yymore Gap Lucy's
tory Pastor Marvin had been called suddenly
@ he ne aa Of eyboad ren
who in dying had bequeathed Marvins An
popular tale held that she was the orphan of re.
pentant parshioner might gossps
in declaring that Lucy had developed
parsonage like rare mountain flower and that if she
did not in due time the heart and hand Arthur
Marvin then truly would every tradition of poetic and
tic justice be shattered. "
ide nv
the the gaunt I'M
lovely pulpit Side by side they knees
old Caughey nervously lingering the
fashioned derby Ave- unconscious its in
congruty in this church where affairs
nor candles nor sad eyed madonnas-
When the simple Introductory service finished
thur rose unfoded his manuscript and
faces By strange coincidence Mary MacNea,
Mcguire Lizzie Dugan and old Caughey together
the right hand aisle His hypnotzed
on tha blur OF black then with shaking hands he turned
the first page sermon
1t dissertation the resurrection Lazarus,
the people listened wonderngy his pictures
the his periods rich
back him hooking, ring Yes Arthur Mar
vim their Arthur whom they and loved as babe
a and youth had come back to them knowing wonder
full things and yet
They did not understand pierced very
soul Their disappointment ptiful way
had 1 failed ed thennI III they could not
He reached his peroration What he to tell them
That men no longer needed miracles convince them of the
love and tenderness of God? Suddenly eyes
1T,
robed the aisle altered stammered
a few words and abruptly folded his manuscript.
The prayer which followed lifeless cold
than the
surprise forgot bow head with wde-open ewes
watched the face of the preacher almost harsh
In it's sernness
She slipped out of the side door, and when father and
still still
dinngroom bouquet of fresh spring graced
table, They seemed almost mute gentle prayer for toer-
ance, for patience but the of
strayed their Finally dropped fork napkin
slipped to the floor, and strongly
the tablecoth with an almost despairing crash
THE first Marvin in four generations Preachers
before you every of usfather
grandfather, and you, only fail me-utterly"
There appeal in that accusing
proe Arthur squared his shoulders and his
more convncingly than from the pulpit
ut is not fault, spent
the money you put into theological making
engineer OF me would have been credit
well, did my best to please
His father stepped to the study
ter bearing the nOtehead tro which Arthur
had just been graduated Arthur aad handed