The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-04-29

lunches at institutions, for hot rooms full
Of flowers and fools of woinet, who said.
"Oll do tell inc all about yotir delightful
discovery" smiling through their paint
while the worlds heart was breaking.
And there was worse to come. At no
tlistnnt date he would have to stand upon
the platform Mt the Albert Hall. and Mr.,
Constantine sch,iabe. NJ. r., Mrs. Hubert
Armstrong, the writing won1an-the
whole crowd Of uncorigenial people
! would hand hin Il cheduc for some pre-
posterous stnl OF money which he did
not In the least want There would be
speeches.
lie was not made for this life.
His own convictions OF Christianity
had never been thoroughly formulated
or marked out In his brain. All that was
mystical in the great history Of Christ
had always attracted him. lie took m
aesthetic pleasure In the beautiful story.
TO him more than to most men It had
become n vivid panoramic vision. The
background and accessories had been
part OF his daily life for years. It was
as tho figure OF King Arthur and his old
knights might be to some loving student
OF Mallory
And although his life was pure, his
actions gentle and blnmeless, 1t had nj
ways been thus to hlm--a lovely ana
poetic picture and no more Bc had
never made n personal application OF It to
himself. His heart had never been
touched. and he had never heard the
Divine Voice calling to him.
At the end OF a fortnight Hands found
that he could stand the strain no longer.
His nerves were failing him; there was
q constant bnbble OF meaningless voices
In his eur, which took all tho zcst and
SAVIOUR from life. His doctor told him
quite Enthusiastically that he was doing
too much, that he was not Injured to this
gaiety, and that no must go away to
some solitude BY the sen and rest
The advice not only coincided with his
own wishes, hut made them possible.
good many engagements were cancelled,
Il paragraph appeared In the newspapers
to say that Mr. Hands's medical adviser
had insisted upon n thorough rest and
the man OF the moment disappeared
Save only Gortrc and the secretary OF
tho Exploring Society, no ono knew OF
his whereabouts
In n week hc was forgotten. Greater
things began to animate Soclety--harsh,
terrible. ugly things. There was no
time to think OF Hands's. the instrument
which had brought them about
The doctor had recommended the re-
hottest parts of Cornwall Standing In
his comfortable room at Harley Street, he
expatiatcd, with an enthusiastic move
ment OF his hand, upon the peace to be
found In that lost country OF frowning
rocks and bottle green seas. where. 80
far Is 1t from the great centres OF action,
men still talk OF going into England"
as II 1t were mn enterprise. m adventure.
Two days found him at lonely fishing
cove. rather than village. lodging IN the
house OF a coast guard, not far from
Saint Ives.
A few whltewashed houses ran down
TO Tie beach OF the little natural harbor
where the bonts were sheltered.
on the shores OF the little Perth,
az 1t was called. the fishermen sat about
with sleepy, vacant eyes, waiting for tho
signaltof watchmen on the moor above
the shrill Cornish cry OF "ubba!''
"Ubba!" which would tell them the
mnckercl We're In sight. s'g
Behind the cove. running inland. were
| the vast lonely moors which run be-
| tween the Atlantic and the Channel It
| Is always gray and sad upon these rolling
| solitudes, sad and silent. The glory OF
summer gorse had not yet clothed them
| with a neeting warmth and hospitality
| AS far as the ego could reach they
strctched away with foriorn immensely
! that struck cold to Hnnds's heart Peace
was here indeed. but how austcre! quiet.
| but what a brooding and cruel silence!
| Every now and again the rowing eye,
In its search for incident and color, was
caught and arrested BY the bleak engine
house OF some ancient deserted mine and
the gaunt chimney which pointed Ike a
lcaden finger TO the stormy skies above
Great hunming winds swept over tho
moor driving nocks OF Titanic clouds,
an olymplan army in rout. before their
fierce breath
Here. day by day Hands took his soil
tary walk or sometimes he would SIC
sheltered In hollow OF the jagged vol
canic rocks which set round about tho
cove a barrier OF Jagged teeth. Down
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