Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-06
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,pretended conversion in order to pick up the crumbs which fell from the table of Market Square church. Chid- ing himself for weariness of the spirit. and comforting himself with the thought that one greater than he had faltered on the way to Golgotha. he sat on the little platform, with a hymn book in his hand, and, when the prel- ude was finished. he devoted his won- derful voice to the blasphemt.
 The organist, a volunteer, a little old man who kept shoemaker's shop around the corner, and who played sincerelyin the name of helpfulness, was pure of heart.
 The men with the rough-hewn coun- tenance, unfortunately not here today, was also sincere in an entirely un- spiritual way; but, with these excep- tions, and himself, of course, the rec tor knew positively that there was not another uncalloused creature in the room, not one who could be reached by argument, sympathy or fearl They were past redemption, every last man and woman; and, at the conclusion of the hymn, he rose to cast his pearls before swine, without heart and with out interest; for no man is interested in anything which cannot possibly be accomplished,
 With a feeling Of mockery, yet up- held by the thought that he was hold ing out the way and the light, not only seven times but severty times seven times, to whatever shred or crumb of divinity might lie unsuspect- ed in these sterile breasts, he strove earnestly to arouse enthusiasm in him self so that he might stir these dead ghosts, even in some minute and re- note degree.
 Suddenly harsh and raucous voice interrupted him. It was the voice of MT. Rogers, and that gentleman, who had apparently secured 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 ssEsag resentment of the latest tnjus- tice which had been perpetrated on him. That injustice consisted of Rev. Smith Boyd's refusal to lend him money till a week from next Satur- day night; and he had come to expose the rector's shallow hypocrisy. This he proceeded to do, in language quite unsuited to tho 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 TO- quested the intruder to stop. Tho in- truder had rights. and he 1tood on theml Rev. Smith Boyd ordered him to stop; but the intruder had free and independent spirit. which forbade him to accept orders from any manI Rev. Smith Boyd, in the interests of discipLue, 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. Mir. Rogers, with a flood 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 Mir. 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 stalwart young perpetrator, and re- 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 1t were red dened slightly. He was tingling from head to foot with a passion which he had repressed and throttled and smothered since the days of his boy hoodl 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, all at once, this conflict had reused in him a raging something. which swept up from the very soles 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- pression. 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 flame. He knew himself. he knew life, he knew. yes. and that was the wonderful miracle of the flood which poured in on him, he knew love, He reached suddenly for his watch. .Six-ten. He could make itl Still im.. <Eclled by this new creature which had sprung un in him, he started but 2