The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-12-19

InlS morning TO 81. PauIS, the EplS-
copal cathedral. 1t was the oldest
church in town, and many Of the first
families attended there.
Wheaton found Raridan breakfast
ing alone, the others of the mess not
having appeared. Raridan's good
morning was not very cordial; he had
worn a gloomy air for several days.
Whenever Raridan seemed out Of
sorts, Caldwell always declared SOL
EMMY that Wary had been writing
poetry.
Going to church as usual?" Whea-
ton asked amiably.
Every Sunday morning some one
asked Raridan this question; he sup
posed Wheaton was attempting to be
facetious.
Yes he answered patiently, and
Don't care if I do" Wheaton re-
piled, carelessly.
Raridan eyed him in surprise.
ooh, glad to have you.
They walked toward the cathedral
together, Wheaton satisfied that his
own hat was as shiny and ms trock
coat as proper as Rarldans; thelr
gloves were almost OF the same snade:
There was a stir in the vestibule Of
the cathedral, which many people IN
their Sunday fnery were entering.
Wheaton had never been in an Ep1s-
copal church before; it all seemed
very strange to hinl-the rambling
music of the voluntary, the unfamil-
lar scenes depicted on the stained
glass windows, the soft light thru
which he saw well-dressed people
coming to their places, and the scent
of flowers and the faint breath of orris
from the skirts Of women. The boy
choir came in singing a stirring pro-
cessional that was both challenge and
inspiration. 1t was like witnessing
a little drama: the procession, the
singing, the futter. of surplices as the
choir found their stalls in the dim
chancel. Raridan bowed when the
professional cross passed him. Whea-
ton observed that no one else did SO.
A young clergyman began reading
the service, and Wheaton followed
it in the prayer book which Rari-
dan handed him with the places
marked. He felt ashamed that the
people about him should see that the
places had to be found for him; he
wished to have the appearance of be-
ing very much at home.
He stood and seated himself many
times, bowling his head on the seat in
front of him when the others knelt,
and now the great figure of Bishop
| Delafield came from somewhere in the
depths of the chancel and rose in the
| pulpit. The presence of the bishop
reminded him unpleasantly of the Por-
ters' sun-porch and of the disgrace
full encounter there. The congrega-
! ton resettled themselves in their
places with a rustic of skirts and a
rafting Of books into the racks II
was not often that the bishop ap-
peared in his cathedral; he was rare
ly In his see city on Sundays: but
WheneVer he preached men listened
to him. Wheaton was relieved to find
mat there was to be a cessation OF
the standing UP and sitting down
winch seemed so complicated.
He now found that he could
see the Porter pew easily by turn
ing his head slightly The roses in
Evelyn's hat were very pretty: he
wondered whether she came eyery
Sunday; he concluded that she did;
and he decided that he should attend
hereafter. The bishop had carried no
and he gave his text from memory
resting one arm on the pulpit rail
lie was an august figure in his robes
and he seemed to Wheaton,, as he
looked up at him, to pervade and pos
sess the place Wheaton had vague
were, he imagined, persons of consid.
I cradle social distinction; in his notion
Of them they ranked with the higher
civil laWglvers, and were comparable
to military commandments. In a line
with the Porters he could see Gen.
eral Whipple's white head-all the
conditions of exalted respectable,
were present.
And he removed from thence. ant
digged another we'll; and for that they
strove not: and he called the name O.
it Rehoboth; and he said, For now tn,
Lord hath made rom for us, and VIZ
shall be fruitful in the land"
H. L,
for us. The preacher sketched light
ly the primal scene to which his tex
related. He knew the color and ligh
of language and made it seem to hi
hearers that the Asian plain lay almos
at the door Of the cathedral. H,
reconstructed the simple social life o
the early times, and followed west
ward the campfires Of the shepher,
kings. He built up the modern socia
and political structure, with the hom
as it's foundation, before the eyes o
J the congregation. A broad de
mocracy and humanity dominated tn
discourse as it unfouded itself.
But Wheaton's mind wandered. I
J was pleasure to look over these we'll
groomed people; this was what success
meant-access to such conditions a
; these. The fragrance of the violet
worn by a girl in the next pew stol
J over him; it was far cry to hi
IalnerS SlllllnS harness SnOp IN Tn
dull little Ohio town. His hand crep
to the pin which held his tie in place
, he could not give just tn
touch to an Ascot that War;
Raridan could but then Wary ha
practiced longer.
l The organ was throbbing again; tn
massive figure had gone from tn
pulpit; the people were stirring i
: their seats. The young minister VIII
had read the service repeated tn
offertory sentences, and the voice O
:. a boy soprano stole TREMENDOUSLY owe
the congregation. Raridan had lei
, the pew and was passing the plate
The tinkle Of coin treasured Wheaton
> the return to mundane things brough
, him relief and restored his confidence
His spirit grew tranquil as he locke
, about him. The pleasant and grace
> full things of life were visible agar
! The voice of the bishop rose final
: ly in benediction. The choir: marche
:, out to a hymn Of victory; people wer
,, talking as they moved thru the aisle
to the doors. The organ pealed gail
! now; there was light and cheer i
the world after all. At the doc
= Wheaton became separated fror
Raridan, and as he stood waiting 9
: the steps Evelyn and her friends de
!, tached themselves from the throng o
the sidewalk and got into their cal
, riage. Mr.. Porter, snugly buttone
in his frock coat, and with his sill
= hat tipped back from his forehead
stood in the doorway talking to Ger
/, eral Whipple, who was, as usual
: crowds, lost from the more agil