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self SO that he might stir these dead
ghosts, even in some minute and re-
mote degree.
Suddenly a harsh and raucous voice
interrupted him. 1t was the voice OF
Mr.. 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, II that process we're possible.
and he had developed a particularly
strong resentment Of the latest injus-
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 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 4 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 u of the room.
M. 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. 1t was
not much Of a struggle, though Mr..
Rogers tore two benches loose on his
way. and, at the narrow door through
which it 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, headlonI, across the side
walk and owe the curb and into the
gutter! The victim Of injustice arose
slowly, and turned to come back, but
he paused to take a 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 depressed and throttled and
smothered since the days of his boy
hood! He had s~triven, with q
strength which vas 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 quiverins 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 10
touch and the mind to understand and
the soul to fame. 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 1t! Still i'm
| PEELED by this new creature which had
sprung up in him. he started: but al
the curb he stopped. He had been in
such a 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, sty,R-
Cling dimly through the dingy glass.
fell on the scattered little assem-
blage-as II it had been sent to touch
them in mercy and compassion-on
! the weak and the poor and the pite-
ously crippled Of soul; and a 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 upturnet
face as II with a benediction. he said.
in a voice which. in its new sweetness
Of vibration, stirred ever the murky
depths of these. the numb:
Let US pray"