Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-24
Septirnt1s
By VII LIAM J.LOCKE
Copyright, 1908. By the Phillips Publish
ing Company
(Copyright, 1907. BY John Lane Company
CHAPTER IX-Continued.

He took 1t from her and. looking at ii,
realized that it was Glenn Sypher's check
for two hundred pounds.
Thanks" said he, thrusting it into his
overcoat pocket.
Then his queerly working brain focused
associations.
Il know what we can do" said he. 1--WE
can go to Naples"
what good would that be-" she asked,
treating the preposterous question seri-
ously.
He was taken aback by her directness
and passed his fingers through his hair.
II don't know said he.
1.-The first thing we must do" said En-
my-and her voice sounded in her own
ears like some one else's-''is to get away
from here. Fora will be down by the first
train after my absence is discovered. You
quite see that Fora mustn't find me- don't
your
"Of course" said Septimus, blankly.
Then be frightened. You can go to q
hotel. A temperance hotel in Blooms
bury. WiggleswicK was telling me about
one the other day. A friend Of his bur
Barkus.''
But what was the name Of the hotel?''
"Ah! that I forget" said Septfmus. ut
had something to do with Sir Walter
Scott. Let me see. Lockhart-no, Lock
harts is different place. 1t was either
the Bride of Lammermoor or--yes." he
cried. triumphantly. lit was the Ravens
wood In Southampton row."
Emmy rose. The switch off on to the
trivial piece OF paper had braced her un-
strung nerves for final effort--that and
the terror of meeting Fora.
you'll take me there. I'll just put
some things together
He opened the door for her to pass out.
On the threshold she turned:
Il believe God sent you to Nunsmere
common last night
She left him. and he went back to the
fire and filed and Lit his pipe. Her words
touched him. They also struck chord
Of memory. His ever-wandering mind
days. 1t was the corn exchange at Cam
bridge. whtre the most famous of all
American evangelists was holding one Of
series OF revivalfst meetings. The great.
bare hall was packed with youths, who
came. some to scoff and others to pray.
The coarse-fgured. bald-headed, brown
bearded man in black on the platform,
with his homely phrase and (to polite un-
dergraduate ears) terrible Yankee twang.
was talking Yehemently OF the trivial in
struments the Almighty used to effect His
purposes. Moses rod. for instance. "You
can imagine Pharaoh" said he-and the
echo Of the great voice came to Septimus
through the years-"you can imagine
Pharaoh walking down the street one day
and seeing Moses with a great, big stick
in his hand. Hello. Moses says he
where are you going?' Where am l 60
ing? says Moses. I guess I'm going to
deliver the children of Israel out of the
house of bondage and conduct them to a
land flowing with milk and honey And
how are you going to do it. Moses?'
with this rod. sir. with this rod.''
Septimus remembered how this bit OF
Funauthenticated history was greeted with
derision by the general, and with a
shocked sense Of propriety by the cult
vated-and young men at the university
can be very cultivated. indeed, on occa-
sion. But the truth the great preacher
intended to convey had fingered at the
back of his own mind and now came out
into the light. Perhaps Emmy had spoken
more truly than she thought. In his SIM
pie heart he realized himself to be the
least effectual Of men, apparently as un-
helpful toward a great deliverance as the
walking stick used by Moses. But II God
had sent him to Nunsmere common and
destined him to be the mean instrument
OF Emmy's deliverance? He rubbed the
warm pipe bowl against his cheek and
excogitated the matter In deep humility.
Yes, perhaps God had sent him. His
religious belief was nebulous, but up to
its degree of clarity it was sincere.
A few minutes later they were again in
the CAP. jogging YEARLY across London
to Sout hampton row., and the little. empty
drawing room, with all its vanities, look
ed somewhat ghostly, lit as 1t was by the
day and by the frivolousiy shaded electric
light which they had forgotten to switch