The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-08-26
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It. was a long and bitter winter, put even the severity of the weather seem ed to have no effect on the ardour or Father Francis and his disciples. nor on the hot enthusiasm of the men and women who came to hear them. The people stood ankle-deep in snow, or pared their heads in the blinding sieet, or knelt on the ground till their clothes froze to the ice-covered rock. The words of the preacher carried them beyond all thought of discom- fort. They were uplifted, in ecstasy. They responded to every tone of his voice; they wept or laughed with joy. as he wilied them to weep or laugh.
 But MT. Lampirthy. after consulta- tion with Sir David Llewellyn. learnt that 1t was his duty to check the fury of the crusade. If he wished Father into Wales with the express purpose of persuading the preacher to relin- ouiah his task for few. months.
 He found Father Francis In a small ruined cottage on the slope of the mountains south of Aberilyn. The snow was sixteen inches deep In this place. which was nearly a thousand feet above the level of the sea. Round the cottage were dozen tents in which the sturdy followers of the Cause endured every hardship that cold and self denial could bring them. Father Francis himself only sought the superior warmth and shelter of stone walls because he had been in the doctors hands, and wished to keep all his bodily strength for hts Crusade.
 MT. Lampirthy shuddered as he en- tered the room. which was on the ground foor. The ceiling was dark with moisture, for part of the roof had fallen in. and the room above was open to the sky. There was not stick of furniture in the place, and the only signs of occupancy were few rugs and an empty box turned upside down. Some damp sticks spluttered in the grate and poured out thick volume of smoke. Father Francis stood at one of the windows and looked out st the clear frosty sky. There was no glass to dim the scene that lay before his eyes.
 What devil of hole to live ini'' said Mir. Lampirthy roughly. Look here, Gaunt, you'll kill yourself if you sleep in these sort of places"
 T am ashamed of It." the preacher replied, without turning his head. My followers are content with bare rag of canvas to shelter them. But for my illness. would not dare to sleep fn4so much luxury
 'Luxuryr exclaimed MT. Lampirthy, walking up to Father Francis and gripping him fercely by the arm. Look here, Gaunt, I've come down here to put an end to this nonsense. You must have a rest. You must go to the south of France till the summer"
 Go to the south of France, Mir. Lampirthy? You must be dreaming"
 ''Jo It is you who are dreaming. You must be sensible. Llewllyn says you'll kill yourself, If you're not careful--
 .sBah, doctors are fools. My body is as strong as that of a horse. feel no fatigue. no cold. am as we'll as ever was in my life"
 Mr. Lampirthy looked at the thin, muscular frame, at the deep-set. burn ing eyes, at tho unhealthy flush on the sunlxen cheeks.
 eYou can't stand it.'' he said quietly. You've knocked about bit in the past, you know"
 q know my own strength. It is no business of yours. Mr. Lampirthy."
 Pardon me-" the millionaire replied. "it is my business. am running this snow, paying the bills. I want to see
  should consider 1t my business to see that you were we'll and strong, at to win the race"
 Father Francis turned away from the window and paced up and down the tiny room. Then he paused, and fixed his burning eyes on Mir. Lampirthy's face.
 T am very grateful to you" he said sternly; .very grateful for all you have done. God will reward you. Yet I should like you to understand that. the battle Is over. the Cause has tri- umphed. We no longer need the as- sistance of your wealth. The nation has responded to the call of God. I hold the people in my hands"
 He stretched out his lean fingers and grasped at the air. Mr. Lampirthy smiled.
 These emotional people are slip perys he replied; they go as easily as they come. But I am here to in- sist on your having a long rest. Your disciples can carry on the work. You must go to the south of France; you must be idle: you must not even think or write . letter. You will return to your work with redoubled energy. insist on this"
 And if refuse7"
 'I shall withdraw my support"