The Washington times., 1937-02-02

For some time Dean HarCOull
sat silently contemplating the HoI-
man Hunt picture toward which
his gaze so frequently wandered
when he talked. Phyllis eyes fol,
lowed his and fingered on The
placid face.
He wasn't impatient said the
dean reverentially.
It's a wonder a person so sensi-
tive as that didn't run away from
it all, and live by himself" ven
tured Phyllis.
He did think of it-once. Don't
you recall the wilderneSS?"
"Why-of course! And was
tempted to turn stones into bread,
so He wouldn't starve to death
1T wasn't a matter of starving.
He went out alone to consider
what it was the world needed to
make it a suitable place for people
to live in"
And decided that the big thing
was bread?" queried Phyllis.
well. He was tempted to think
So" answered the dean, because
He was very hungry. For little
while it seemed to Him that if the
world could solve the bread PROB
lem, the other questions would
solve themselves. 1t was for bread
that nations made war, and neigh
bors qua1Teled. and ira ders
cheated, and robbers stole. If you
could find some way to feed the
world all it wanted to eat-some
magical process such as stones
be bread-you would dispose of Ill
the worlds grief and confusion
and enmity in an hour"
And I believe it would, too"
declared Phyllis.
Again Dean Harcourt was silent
for some moments, deep in refleC-
ton. Then. as if returning from
long distance, he said softly:
He didn't think so. He considered
the worlds need from every pos
slble angle and decided that bread
wasn't the solution.
But we think so,' said Phyllis,
don't we?"
Mostly" agreed the dean. But
fewer people are sure of it today
than ever before. Now. have
preached to you quite long enough.
Let's talk about you"
There isn't much to be said
about me-not after that" Phyllis
replied dreamily. It's a funny
thing" she went on, thinking
aloud, Il get so worried over my
own problems. and then. when I
talk to you, they seem to be so
little and insignificant It's like
coming to fountain when you're
very thirsty"
I'm glad you feel that way,
Phyllis. But 1 am not the toun-
tain. l just lend you my cup.
CHAPTER TX
Although he had been warned
that one must arrive early for the
II o'clock service on Easter,
Nathan Parker was astonished at
the density of the crowd in Whlcn
he found himself Wedged at l0:40
on the broad steps of Trinity
Cathedral
The Church, as an institution,
had no place in his inventory OF
significant concerns. Never in his
life had he entered a church en-
tirely on his own initiative or IN
response to a personal wish. HIS
appearance here today was pur-
suant to a promise he had made
Elise. Honesty compelled MIN to
admit that he hoped also % sat
isfy his curiosity concerning the
man who had provided motlVa-
ton for the most charming per
sonality he had ever known.
The pew to which he was shown
was we'll to the rear, but his aisle
seat was favorable to a compre-
hensive observation. From over
head in the spacious organ gal
lery drifted music of distinctly
sedative quality calculated to
build up an atmosphere OF
serenity and reverence.
1t seemed clear enough that the
towering Gothic arches aimed at
the dwarfing of the individual.
But in what respect would this
illusion of his own dlmlnutlVeneSS
minister to mans spirit? OF
course, reflected Parker, the
smaller l am, the less important
are my perpleXitles. The smaller
am, the lighter my burden,
These tall arches and gigantic
pillars invite me to look at myself
through the big end of the spy
glass. Thus viewed, my anXieties
are reduced to a minimum.
Parker was suddenly struck
with the fact that every detail of
the Gothic worked toward the Gre
alton of a majestic, harmonious
whole. Not a line or a curve or
a device had gone into it that dis
tracted from the one inevitable
demand to be lifted up The
whole task of the arch and every
infiniteslmal detail composing
that arch was in reply to the