Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-11
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''l need you to walk hand in hand with me about the greatest work in ] the wOrld," That was it; the greatest work in the world. And what was that work? To live and teach ritual in place of religion; to turn worship i into a social observance; to use help less belief as a ladder of ambition; to reduce faith to words, and hCpe to a recitation, and charity to an obliga- tion; to make pomp and ceremony a substitute for conscience. and to inter pose a secretary between the human heart and Godi
 For just an instant Calls eyelids dropped, her long brown lashes curved upon her cheeks, while beneath them her eyes glinted, and smile touched the corners of her lips; then she was serious again. No she had decided wisely.
 There was knock on the door and Gail smiled again as she said;
 Come in.'
 Mrs. Helen Davies entered tall and stately in her boudoir frills and ruffies. She sat down in front of Gai. and. prepared to enact the role of con scientious mother.
 Doctor Boyd proposed to you to- night" she charged, with affectionate authority.
 Yes, Aunt Helen," and Gail begeu to pull pins out of her hair.
 A worried expression crossed thg brow of Aunt Helen.
 Did you accept him?" and she ia ly quivered with anxiety.
 No, Aunt Helen" Quite calmly, piling more hairpins and still more into the little tray by her side. and shaking down her rippling waves of hair.
 Aunt Helen sighed a deep sigh 2f relief. and smiled her approval.
 Gail, dear. you have shown de gree of carefulness which I am de lighted to find in you. If you handle all your affairs so sensibly, you h3Fe brilliant future before you"
 "I must be an awful worry to yor. Aunt Helen," observed Gail, and walk ing over, she slipped her arm around Mrs. Davies neck and kissed her and looked around for her chocolate boz.
 Calls maid came in, and Mrs. pa- vies bade her sisters niece good night most cordially, and retired with a great load of her mind; and half an hour later the lights in Calls pretty little suite went out.
 If she lay long hours looking cut at the pale stars: if, in the midst of her calm logic, she suddenly buried her face in her pillows and sobbed silent ly; if, toward morning. she awcke with a little cry to find her face and her hands hot, all these things were but normal and natural. It is enough to know that she came to her break fast bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and smiling with the pleasant greetings of the day, and picked up the papers casually, and lit upon the newest sen sation of the free and entirely un- chrbed metropolitan press!
 The free and entirely uncurbed met ropolitan press had found Vedder court and had made it the sudden focus of the public eye. Those few who were privileged to know inti- mately the workings of that adroit master of the public welfare, Tim Cor man. could have recognized clearly his fine hand in the blaze of notoriety which obscure Vedder court had sud denly received. After having en- dured the contamination and conta- zion of the Market Square church ten ements for so many years, the city had, all at once, discovered that the condition was unbearablel The free and entirely uncurbed metropolitan press had taken up, with great enthu- siasm, the work of poking the finger of scorn at Vedder court. It had pub old sots of buildings, and, where they did not seem to drip enough, the artists had retouched them. It had sent budding young Poes and Dick enses down there to write up the place. It had sent the sob sisters lucIt III SHOdlS lO lHltiNACW iiC uONu- trodden, and, above all things, it had put prominently before the public eye the immense profit which Market Square church wrung frcm this or ganized misery! t-f
 Gail turned sick at heart as she read. Uncle Jim permitted four morning papers to come to the house. and the dripping details. with many Variations, were in all of them. She glanced over toward the rectory and the dignifed old church standing be- yond it, with mingled indignation and humiliation. A sort of ignominy seemed to have descended up it. like a man whose features seem coarsemed from the instant he is doomed toi wear prison stripes; and the fact which she particularly resented was that a DOT ton of the disgrace of Market Square church seemed to have descended upon her. She could not make out why this should be: but it was. Aunt Grace Sargent. bustling about to see that Gail was supplied with more