Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-12-24
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SELF SO that he might stir these dead
ghosts, even in scne minute and re-
mote degree.
suddenly a Marsh and raucous voice
interrupted him. It Wss the voice of
MI. Rogers. and tLat gentleman. who
had apparently occurred somewhere
the two dollars to tide him over. was
now embarked on the tide. He had
taken just enough drinks to make him
ugly, If that process were possible
and he had developed a particularly
strong resentment of the latest injus-
ttce Which had been perpetrated on
him. That injustice consisted of Rev.
Smith Boyd's refusal to lend him
money till week from next Satur-
day night; and he had come to expose
the rector's shallow hypocrisy. This
ne proceeded to do, in language quite
unsuited to the chapel of Temple mis-
sion and to the ears of the ladies'
then present, most of whom grinned.
The proceedings which followed
were but brief. Rev. Smith Boyd re-
quested the intruder to stop. The in
truder had rights, and he stood on
them! Rev. Smith Boyd ordered him
to stop; but the intruder had q free
and Independent spirit, which forbade
him to accept orders from any man!
Rev. Smith Boyd, in the interests of
discipline, without which the dignity
and effectiveness of the cause could
not be upheld, and pleased that this
was so. ordered him out Of the room.
Mr.. Rogers, with a food OF abuse
which displayed some versatility, In
vited Rev. Smith Boyd to put him out;
and Rev. Smith Boyd did SO. It was
not much of struggle, though Mr..
Rogers tore two benches loose on his
way. and, at the narrow door through
which 1t Is difficult to thrust even a
weak man, because there are SO many
arms and legs attached to the human
torso. he was compelled to practically
pitch him, headlong, across the side
walk and over the curb and into the
gutter! The victim of injustice arose
slowly, and turned to come back, but
he paused to take good look at the
6IcSAW6At yOun6 RO1pOt1 dAU
membered that he was thirsty.
Rev. Smith Boyd found himself
standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
with fists clenched and his blood surg
ing. The atmosphere before his eyes
seemed to be warm. as if it were red
dened slightly. He was tingling from
head to foot with passion which he
had repressed and throttled and
smothered since the days of hrs boy
hood! He had striven, with
strength which was the secret of his
compelling voice, to drive out of him
all earthly dross, to found himself on
the great example which was without
the cravings of the body; he had
sought to make himself spiritual; but,
sill at once, this conflict had reused in
him raging something, which swept
up from the very soies Of his feet to
his twirling brain. and called him
man!
For a quivering moment he stood
there, alive with all the virility which
was the richer because of his long re-
preston. He knew many things now.
many things which ripened him in an
instant, and gave him the heart to
touch and the mind to understand and
the soul to fiaMe. He knew himself.
he knew life, he knew, yes. and that
was the wonderful miracle of the food
which poured in on him. he knew love!
He reached suddenly for his watch.
Six-ten. He could make It! Still i'm
pelled by this new creslture which had
sprung up In him, he started; but ct
the curb he stopped. He had been in
such q whirl of emotion that he had
not realized the absence Of his hat.
He strobe into the mission door, and
the rays of the declining sun. strug-
Cling dimly through the dingy glass.
fell on the scattered little assem-
blage-as If 1t had been sent to touch
them in mercy and compassion-on
the weak and the POOR and the pite-
ously crippled of soul; and great
wave of shame came to him; shame.
and thankfulness, too!
He walked slowly up to the plat
form. and, turning to that Redeemed
sunlight which bathed his upturned
face as IL with a benediction, he said.
in a voice which, In its new sweetness
of vibration, stirred even the murky
depths of these, the numb:
Let Us pray"