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such loneliness as she had never
experienced.
For a long time they knelt to-
gether, Phyllis utterly devastated
with grief and sobbing heart
breakingly. The old verger's wife
sympathetically brought a glass
of water. Pat wanly smiled their
gratitude, but did not permit
Phyllis to be disturbed. The Sob
bing gradually subsidized. Phyllis
was very quiet now. Pat waited.
The minutes dragged out into the
third quarter struck from neigh
boring clock-toWer.
Suddenly Phyllis stirred and
stiffened to attention. Pat was
ruthlessly snatched out of pain
full reverie by the clutch of the
girls strong fingers on her arm.
What is it, dear?" asked Pat.
"Listen!" whispered Phyllis,
Wide-eyed. Pat" she called with
an exultant little smile, i can
hear it,"
CHAPTER "
For more than three-quarters of
a century Trinity Cathedral had
been one of the most highly re-
spected institutions of the entire
Middle West.
This distinction may have been
due partly to her imposing archi-
lecture, stately Gothic strongly
reminiscent of York Minister. It
may have been accounted for also
by her commanding location, for
the cathedral close was bounded
by four spacious streets, one of
them Lake Boulevard, the most
prominent avenue in the city
Moreover, the great edifice faced
beautiful Madison Park, to the
considerable advantage of her
massive towers and old-Worldish
buttresses. At the rear of the
main edifice, and facing on Marl-
borough. we're the bishops man
sion, the parish house and the
residence of the dean.
George Harcourt was a product
of Trinity Cathedral. Her mind
and his we're in complete accord.
Perhaps they may have influenced
one another somewhat during the
20 years of his deanship. His
serenity had become so potent
that persons of every conceivable
type came to him for advice, con-
ISOLATION, and encouragement. 1t
was heavy load to carry, but he
never complained of it.
Every weekday but Saturday, a
procession of men tarried in the
reception parlor of his residence
taking turns in conference with
him, keeping him at his desk from
10 to l. In the afternoon,
from to 6, women of all ages
and ranks appeared there for the
same purpose. He never referred
to it or thought of it as "clinic."
He compiled no statistics, posted
no records, permitted no clerical
fuSSiness in the handling of this
strange business. An unassuming
volunteer for the day welcomed
the callers and seated them. In
due time they would have their
turn.
Every morning at 8, two young
curates placed strong hands under
the deans elbows and led him
for he was a cripple-into the
dimly lighted chancel of the
cathedral, where, whatever storms
might be blowing outside, what
ever tumultuous issues might be
agitating the city or the nation
or the world, his resonant voice
intoned a petition "for all sorts
and conditions of men; that thou
wouldSt be pleased to make thy
ways known unto them"
When the early morning service
was ended, the curates would as
sist the dean to a chair placed
for him in the center of the chan
eel, facing the high altar, and
leave him alone for a half-hour.
And thus it was that when
broken people came to Dean Har-
court for reconditioning, most of
them, it was said. went out of
his presence with the feeling that
they had been very close to head
quarters.
She entered the deans office
library and crossed it with the
agile. elastic, assured stride of
complete physical fitness under
superb control, seated herself
gracefully in the chair he indi-
Gated, directly facing him, laid an
expensive handbag on the spacious
mahogany desk which separated
them, and loosened the collar of
an exquisite Persian-lamb coat.
Sonia Duquesne," she said, in
response to his loW-voiced query.
The interview did not proceed
any further than that for long
moment.
ITO Be Continued)
(Copyrrght. 1887. by Lloyd c. Douglass.
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