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In league with Israel : a tale of the Chattanooga Conference / by Annie Fellows Johnston. Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-237-31299292 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. In league with Israel : a tale of the Chattanooga Conference / by Annie Fellows Johnston. Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows), 1863-1931. Curts & Jennings ; Eaton & Mains, Cincinnati : New York : 1896. 303 p. ; 18 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04812.04 KUK) Printing Master B92-237. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. Epworth League (U.S.) Fiction. IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL A Tale uf thve CIattanroga Qmonferrnte YV ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON AUTHOR OF "JOEL: A BoY OF GALILEE 'THE STORY OF THE RESURREC- TION;` " BIG BROTHER " THE LITTLE COLONEL." CINCINNATI: CURTS e JENNINGS NEW YORK: EATON e MAINS ,896 COPYRIGHT BY CURTS & JENNINGS, V 96. TO THE EPWORTH LEAGUE What Paul was lo the Gentiles, may you, the Young Apostle of our Church, become to the Jews. Surely, not as the priest or the Levite have you so long passed them by "on the other side." Haply, being a messenger on the King's business, which requires haste, you have never noticed their need. But the world sees, and, re-reading an old parable, cries out: "Who is thy neighbor Is it not even Israel also, in thy midst " 3 lior knoweet tbou wbat argument Ubp Itte to tbM netlbbor'e cree bad lent. -E-ME RSONN. 4 CONTENTS. PAGF. CT1APTE1R I. TIiF; RABBI'S PROTpound;(GEt......... . 7 CHAPTEIR HI. ON To CHATTANOOGA...... .. . 23 CHAPTER III. TiE SUNRISE SERVICE ON "LOOKOUT," .43 CHAPTER IV. AN IEPwORTH JEw......... .. .. . .. . 65 CHAPTER V. "TRUST,"..... . .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 86 CHAPTER VI. Two TURNINGS IN BETHANV'S LANE....... . 105 CHAPTER VII. JUDGE HALLAMI'S DAUGHTER, STENOGRAPHER, . - 115 CHAPTER VIII. A KINDLING INTEREST........... .. . . 130 5 CONTENTS. PAo E. CHAPTER IX. A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND ........ . . .145 CHAPTER X. TIE DEACONESS'S STORY..... 1...... . . 163 CHAPTE R XI. " YOM KIPPUR ,".. . . . . . . . .. . i86 CHAPTER XII. DR. TRENT.. . .. .. . .. .. .. . .. .. 189 CHAPTER XIII. A LITTLE PRODIGAL ........ . 220 CHAPTER XIV. IIERZENRULIE. .241 CIIAPTE'R XV. ON CHRISTMAS EVE, .. ..... .......... 26i CHAPTER XVI. A "WATCH-NIGHT" CONSECRATION_, . . - . . .275 SILENT KEYS ............ 6 . 297 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. CHAPTER I. THE RABBI'S PROTEGE. T was growing dark in the library, but the old rabbi took no notice of the fact. As the June twilight deepened, he unconsciously bent nearer the great volume on the table before him, till his white beard lay on the open page. lie was reading aloud in Ifebrew, and his deep voice filled the roomn with its musical in- tonations: "Praise hin, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens." He raised his head and glanced out toward the weestern sky. A star or twvo twvinkled through the fading afterglow. Piushing the hook aside, he walked to the open window and looked ulp. There was a noise of ehildren playing on the pavement below, and the rumbling of an electric 7 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. car in the next street. A whiff from a passing cigar floated up to him, and the shrill whistle of a newsboy with the evening paper. But Abraham at the door of his tent, Moses ill the Midian desert, Elijah by the brook Cherith, were no more apart from the world than this old rabbi at this moment. He saw only the star. lie heard only the in- ward voice of adoration, as lie stood in silent com- munion with the God of his fathers. His strong, rugged features and white beard suggested the line of patriarchs so forcibly, that had a robe and sandals been substituted for the broadcloth suit he wore, the likeness would have been complete. He stoodl there a long time, with his lips moving silently; then suddenly, as if his tin- spoken homage demanded voice, he caught up his violin. Forty years of companionship had made it a part of himself. The depth of his being that could find no expression in words, poured itself out in the passionately reverent tones of his violin. In such exalted moods as this it was no earthly instrument of music. It became to him a veritable Jacob's ladder, on which he heard 8 THE RABBI'S PROTEGE. the voices of the angels ascending and descend- ing, and on. whose trembling rounds he climbed to touch the Infinite. There was a quick step on the stairs, and a heavy tread along the uipper ball. Then the portiere was pushed aside an(l a voice of the world brought the rhapsody to a close. "Where are you, Uncle Ezra It is too dark to see, but your fiddle says that you are at home." "At, David, my boy, come in and strike a light. I wvondered why you were so late." "I was out on my wheel," answered the young man. "Cycling is warm work this time of year." lIe lighted the gas and threw himself lazily down amnong the pile of cushions on the couch. "I had a letter from Marta to-day." "And wvhat does the little sister have to say" answered the rabbi, noticing a frown deepening on David's forehead. "I suppose her vacation lias commenced, and she will soon be on her way home again." "No," answered David, with a still deeper frowvn. "She has changed all her plans, and wants me to change mine, just to suit the Her- 9 10 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. rick family. She has gone to Chattanooga with them, and they are up on Lookout Mountain. She wants me to meet her there and spend part of the summer with her. She grows more in- fatuated with Frances Jierrick every day. You know they have been inseparable friends since they first started to kindergarten." "Why (did she go down there without con- sulting you" asked the old man impatiently. "You should be both father and mother to her, now that neither of your parents is living. I wish I were really your uncle and hers, that I might have some authority. You must be more careful of her, my boy. She should spend this summer with yoti at home, instead of with strangers in a hotel." "BIut, Uncle Ezra," protested David, (1llick to excuse the little sister, who was the only one in the world related to him by family ties, "at home there is nobody but the housekeeper. Mrs. Herrick is with the girls now, and the ma- jor will join them next week. Marta is just like ofne of the family, and I have encouraged the intimacy, because I felt that Mrs. Herrick gives her the motherly care she needs. Besides, Marta and Frances are so congenial in every way that THE RABBI'S PROTIGE. they find their greatest happiness together. I tell them they are as bad as Ruth. and Naomii. It is a case of 'where thou goest I will go,' etc." "Heaven forbid!" exclaimed the rabbi, fer- vently. "Do you remember that the rest of that declaration is, 'Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God' David, my son, I tell you there is great danger of the child's being led away from the faith. Your father and hers was my dearest friend. I have loved you chil- diren like my own. You must heed my warn- ing, and discourage such intimacy with a Gentile family, especially wvhen it includes such an agree- able member as that young Albert Ierrick." "Why, he is only a boy, Uncle Ezra." "Yes, but he is older than Marta, and they are thrown constantly together." David looked down at the carpet, and began absently tracing a pattern with his foot. Ile was thinking of the little sixteen-year-old sis- ter. The seven years' difference in their ages gave him a fatherly feeling for her. He could not bear the thought of interfering seriously with her pleasure, yet he could not ignore the old man's warning. Rabbi Barthold had been his tutor in both 1 1 12 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. languages and music. Aside from a few years rt college, all that he knew had been learned under the old man's wise supervision. "Ezra, my friend," said the elder David, when le lay dying, "take my child and make him a man after your own pattern. I know your noble soul. Give his the same strength and sweetness. We are so greedy for the flesh- pots of Egypt, that we forget to satisfy the soul hunger. But you 'will teach the little fellow higher things." Later, when the end had almost come, his hand groped out feebly towards the child, who had been brought to his bedside. "Never mind about the shekels, little David," lie said in a hoarse, broken whisper. "BIut clean bands and a pure heart-that 's all that counts when you 're in your coffin." The child's eyes grew wide with wonder as a paroxysm of pain contracted the beloved face. He was led quickly away, but those words were never forgotten. The rabbi was thinking of them now as lie studied the handsome features of the young fel- low before him. It was a strong face, but refinement and THE RABBI'S PROTEGE. gentleness showed in every line. There was something so boyish and frank, also, in its ex- pression, that a tender smile moved the rabbi'b lips. "Clean hands and a pure heart," he said fondly to himself. "He has them. Ah, ml-y David, if thou couldst but see how thy little one has grown, not only in stature, but in soul- life, in ideals, thou would'st be satisfied." "Well," he said aloud, as the young man left his seat and began to walk up and down the room with his hands in his pockets, "what are you going to do" "I scarcely know," was the hesitating an- swer. "It would not be wise to send for Marta to come home, for the reason you suggest, and I have no other t, offer her." "Then go to her!" the rabbi exclaimed. "You need not tell her that you have any fear of her being influenced by Gentile society- but never for a moment let her forget that she Js a Jewess. Kindle her pride in her race. Teach her loyalty to her people, and love for all that is Hebrewv." "But my Hudson Bay trip " David sug- gested. "That can wvait. The Tennessee mountains 13 14 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. will give you as good a summer outing as you need, and you can play guardian angel for Marta while you take it." David laughed, and took another turn across the room. Then he paused beside the table, and picked up a newspaper. "I wonder what connections the trains make now," he said. "There used to be a long wait at a dismal old junction." He glanced hastily over the time-table. "Why, look here!" he exclaimed. "Here is a cheap excursion to Chattanooga this next week. I could afford to run down and see Marta, anyhow. Maybe I could persuade her to come back with me, if I promised to take her to Hudson Bay with me." "What kind of an excursion" asked the rabbi. "Epwvorth League, it says here, whatever that mav be. It seems to be some sort of an international convention, and says to apply to Frank P. Malion for particulars." "Marion," repeated the rabbi, thoughtfully. "O, then it is a Methodist affair. He is not only the head and shoulders of that big Church on Garrison Avenue, but hands and feet as well, THE RABBI'S PROTEGE. judging by the way he works for it. I wish my congregation would take a few lessons front I1ii .' 'Is lie viery tall, witli a short, browvn beard, and blue eyes, and a habit of shaking hands with everybody " asked David. "I believe 1 know the man. I met him on the cars last fall. le 's lively company. I 've a notion to hunt him up, and find what 's going on." "Telephone out to Hillhollow that you will not be at home to-night," said the rabbi, "and stay in the city with me. If you conclude to go to Chattanooga next week, I have much to say to you before taking leave of you for the summer." "Very well," consented David. "I '11 go (lown town immeldiately, and see if I can find this AMr. Marion. What is his business, do you know " "A wholesale shoe merchant, I believe. lie is in that big new building next to Cohen's furniture-store, on Duke Street. But you 'll not find him Wednesday night. They have Church in the middle of the week, and he is one of the few Christians whose life is as loud as his profession." 15 16 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. David smiled a little bitterly. "Then I shall certainly cultivate his acquaintance for the purpose of studying sali a rara avis. It has never been my lot to know a Christian who measured up to his creed." "Do not grow cynical, my lad," answered the old man, gently. "I have made you a dreamer like myself. I have kept you in an atmosphere of high ideals. I have led you into the compan- ionship of all that was heroic in the past, and held you apart as much as possible from the sordid selfishness of the age. 0, I grow sick at heart sometimes when I stroll through the great centers of trade, watching the fierce strug- gle of humanity as they snatch the bread from other mouths to feed their own. "You remember our Hebrewv word for teach eomes from tooth, and means to make sharp like a tooth. Sometimes I think that primitive idea has become the popiflar view of e(dcation in this day. Anything that will fit a man to bite and eut his way through this hungry wolf-pack is what is sought after, no matter howr manvof his kind are trampled under foot in the struggle. T am almost afraid for you to step down from the place where I have kept you. When you THE; RABBI'S PROTEGE. are thrown with men who care for nothing but material things, who would barter not only their birthrights but their souls for a mess of pottage, I aml afraid you will lose faith in humanity." "That is quite likely, Uncle Ezra." "Aye, but 1 would not have it so, David. Theworld is certainlygrowing a little less savage, and in every nature smolders some spark, how- ever small, of the eternal good. N-o matter how we have fallen, wve still bear the imprint of the Creator, in whose likeness we were first fash- ioned." Rabbi Barthold bad been right in calling himself a dreamer. The ability to live apart from his surroundings, had beeni his greatest cormfort. Because of it, the rigor of extreme poverty that surrounded his early life had not touched his heart with its baneful chill. He had gone through the wvorld a happy optimist. He had been trained according to the most strictlv orthodox system of Judaism. But even its severe pressure had failed to confine him to the limits of such a narrow mold. HIe was still a dreamer. In the newv world he had cast aside the shackles of tradition for the larger liberty of the Reformed Jew. 2 17 18 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRA9L. Now in his serene old age, surrounded by luxuries, he still lived apart in a world of music andl literature. Hlis congregation, broken loose from the old moorings, drifted dangerously away towards radicalism, but lie stood firm in the belief that the 'chosen people" would finally triumph over all error, and found much comfort in the thought. David took out his watch. "It is after eight o'clock," be said. "Probably if I walk down Garrison Avenue, I may meet Mr. Marion com- ing from Church. I 'll be back soon." People were beginning to file out of the side entrance that led to the prayer-meeting room. by the time he reached the church. "Is Mir. Frank Marion in here" he asked of the colored janitor, who was stanling in the doorway. "Yes, sah !" was the emphatic response. "He sut'n'y is, sab! He am alwvays the fust to come, an' the last to depaht." "'"hby, good evening, Mr. Herschel," ex- claimed a pleasant voice. David turned quickly to lift his hat. An elderly lady wvas coming down the steps with THE RABBI'S PROTIEGE. two young girls. She caine up to hin with a smile, and held out her hand. "I have not seen you since you came back from college," she said, cordially; "but I never lose my interest in any of Rob's playmates." "Thank you, Mrs. Bond," lie replied, wvith his hat still in his hand. As she passed on, a swift rush of recollection lbrouglit back the big attic wvlhere lie had passed many a rainy day with Rob Bond. Ile recalled wvith something of the old boyish pleasure a cer- tain jar on their pantry shelf, whlere the mIost de- licious ginger-snaps were always to be found. But the next moment the sm-nile left his lips, as an exclamation of oiie of the girls was car- ried l)ack to hiim. It was made in an under- tone, but the still evening air transmitted it wvith startling distinctness. "Why, -Auntie, lie 's a Jewv! I did( n't think you xvo111(l shale bands wvith a ,Jew!"' I-He could not hear Mrs. Bond's reply. lie lrewv himself up haughlitily. Tlhen time in(lignant flash died out of lis eves. After all, why should lie, wvith the plrincely 10loo0( of Israel in his veins, care for the callow prejudices of a little school- girl 19 20 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. A crowd of people passed out, laughing and talking. Then lie saxv Mr. Marion cone into the vestibule with. several boys, just as the jan- itor began to extinguish the lights. lie turned to David wvith a hearty smile and a strong band-clasp, recognizing him in- stantly. "How are you, brother" he asked. lIe spoke with a slight Southern accent. Somehow, David felt forcibly that it was not merely as a tiatter of habit that Frank Marion called him brother. Such a warm, personal interest seemed to speak through the friendly blue eyes looking so honestly into his own, that lie xvas half-way persuaded to go to Chattanooga wvith him before a vor(l had been said on the subject. They walked several blocks together up the avenue, discussing the excursion. Then MNr. Marion stopped at the gate of an old-fashioned resi- dence, built some distance back from the street. "I have a message to deliver to Miss Hallam, a cousin of mine," lie said. "Tf von will wait a moment, I '11 go with vou over to the office." The front dloor stood open, and the hall-lamp sent a flood of yellow light streaming out into the warm, June darkness. THI RABBI'S PROTEGE . In response to Air. Marion's knock, there was a flutter of a white dress in the hall, and the next instant the massive old doorway framed a plicture that the young Jexv iiever forgot. It was Bethany Ilallam. The light seemed to make a halo of her golden hair, and to illuminate her dress and the sweet uptLlrned face with such an ethereal vlhiteness that David was reminded of a Psyche in Parian marble. "Who is she" lie exclaimed, as ifr. AMarion rejoined him. "One never sees a face like that outside of some artist's concel)tion. It is too spirituelle for this l)lanet, but too sad for any other." "Shle is Judge Ialalam's daughter," -Mr. Marion res1Jonde(1. "Ile (lied last fall, and t)ethanv is grievint lherself to death. I have at last persuaded her to go to Clhattanooga wvith us. She nee(ls to have her thoughts turned into another elaannel, and I hope this trip wvill ae- complish that purpose." "I knew the Judge," said David. "I met hin a number of times after I Nvas admitted to the bar." "O, T did1 n't know you wvere a lawyer," said Mr. Mfarion. 21 22 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "Yes, I expect to begin practicing here after vacation," he answered. "Well, I am going to begin my practice right now," said Mr. Marion, laughing, "and plead my case to such purpose that you will be persuaded to take this Chattanooga trip." le slipped his arm through David's, and drew him around the corner toward his store. CHAPTER II. ",ON TO CHATTANOOGA." - T -,as within three minutes of time for the south-bound train to start when David Herschel swung him- self on the platform of the Chat- tanooga special. As lie settled himself comfort- ably in the first vacant seat, Mr. Mlarion hurried past him (lown the aisle with. a valise in each hand. Hle was followved by two ladies. The first one seemed to knowv every one in the ear, judging b) the smiles and friendly voices that greeted her a)earallce. "O, we were so afraid vou were not coming, Mrs. Marion," cried an imnpuilsive young girl, just in front of David. "It would have been such a (lisajppoittment. Ts n't she jist the dear- est thing in the wvorld" she rattled on to her eomii- panion, as M\Nrs. Marion passed out of hearing "Well, if she has n't got Blethanv Hallam wvith her! Of all people to go on an excursion, it seems to me she would be the very last." 23 24 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "Why" asked the other girl. As that was the question uppermost in David's mind, lie listened with interest for the answer. '"0, she seems so different from other people. Her father always used to treat her as if she were made of a little finer clay than ordinary mortals. When she traveled, it was always in a private car. When she wvent to lectures or concerts, they always had the best seats in the house. All her teachers taught her at home ex- cept one. Site went to the conservatory for her drawing lessons, lout a maid came with her in the morningr and her father drove by for her at noon." As lie listened, David's eves had followed the tall, graceful girl who wvas now seating her- self by -Mrs. -Marion. Every movement, as Qvell as every detail of her traveling dress, impressed him with a sense of her refinement and cnlture. Ile noticed that she was all in black. AN thin veil drawn over her face partially coneealed its delicate pallor; but her soft, light hair, drawn up under the little black hat she wore, seemed sunnier than ever by contrast. "Tsni't she beauitiful " sighed David's talk- ON TO CHATTANOOGA. ative neighbor. "I used to wish I could change places with her, especially the year when she went abroad to study art; but I would n't nowv for anything in the world." "Why" asked her companion again, and David mentally echoed her interrogation. "O, because her father is dead now, and everything is so different. Something happened to their property, so thlere 's nothing left but the old home. Then her little brother had such a dreadful fall just after the Judge's death. They thought lie 'would die, too, or be a cripple all his life; but I believe lie 's better nowv. He is sort of paralyzed, so lie has to stay in a wheel-clhair; but the doctor says lie is grad- ually getting over thlat, and will be all right after awlile. It's a very peculiar case, I 'ye lheard. Thlere have only been a few like it. She is studying stenography nowv, so that she can keep on living in the old home and take care of little Jack." '"Do von know her" interrupl)ted the inter- ested listener. "No, not very well. I 'ye always seen lher in Church; you know Judge Itallam wvas one of our best paying members, and rarely missed a 25 26 IN LHAGUE WITH ISRAE;L. Sabbath morning service. But they were very exclusive socially. My easel stood next to hers in the art conservatory one term, and we talked about our work sometimes. She used to remind me of Sir Christopher in 'Tales of a Wayside Inn.' Do n't vou remeiniber She had that 'Way of saying things That made one think of courts enud kings, And lords and ladies of high degree, So that not having been at court Seemed something very little short Of treason or lese-majesty, Such an accomplished knight was he.'" Both girls laughed, and then the lively chatter was drowned by the jarring rumble of the train as it puffed slowly out of the depot. "Any one would know this is a Methodist crowd," said Mrs. Mlarion laughingly, as a dozen happy young voices began to sing an old revival hymn, and it was caught utp all over the car. "That reminds me," said her husband, reach- ing into his coat poelket, "I have somnething here that will prevent anY mistake if doubt should arise." He drew out Pr little box of ribbon badges and a paper of pins. "Here," lie saidi, "put one ON TO CHATTANOOGA. on, Ray; we must all show our colors this week. You, too, Bethany." "0 no, Cousin Frank," she protested. "1 am not a member of the League." "That makes no difference," be answered, in his hearty, persistent way. "You ought to be one, and you twill be by the time you get back fromn this conference." "But, Cousin Frank, I never wore a badge in my life," she insisted. "I have always had the greatest antipathy to such things. It makes one so conspicuous to be branded in that -way." He held out the little white ribbon, threaded with scarlet, and bearing the imprint of the iMal- tese cross. The light, jesting tone was gone. le wvas so deeply in earnest that it made her feel uncomfortable. "Do von know what the colors mean, Beth- any" Then he paused reverently. "The purity and the blood! Surely, you can not refuse to vear those." lie laid the little badge in her lap, and passed (lown the aisle, distributing the others right and left. She looked at it in silence a moment, and then pinned it on the lapel of her traveling coat. 27 28 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "Cousin Ray, did you ever know another such persistent manl " she asked. "How is it that he can always make people go in exactly the opposite way from the one they had in- tended When he first planned for me to comne on this excursion, I thought it was the most preposterous idea I ever heard of. But he put aside every objection, and overruled every ar- gument I could make. I did not want to come at all, but le planned his campaign like a gen- eral, and I had to surrender." "Tell me how he managed," said Mrs. Marion. "You know I did not get home from Chicago until yesterday morning, and I have been too busy getting ready to come on this excursion to ask him anything." "When he had urged all the reasons he could think of for my going, but without suc- cess, he attacked me in my only vulnerable spot, little Jack. The child has considered Cousin Frank's word law and gospel ever since he joined the Junior league. So, when he was told that my health would be benefited by the trip, and it would arouse me from the despondent, low- spirited state T had( fallen into, he gave me no rest until T promised to go. Jaek showed gen- ON TO CHATTANOOGA. eralship, too. lie waited until the night of his birthday. I had promised him a little party, but he was so mnuch worse that day, it had to be postponed. I was so sorry for him that I could have promised him almost anything. The little rascal knew it, too. While I was helping himn undress, lie put his arms around my neck, and began to beg me to go. Ile told me that he had been praying that I might change my mind. Ever since lie has been in the League lie has seenmed to get so inuch. comfort out of the belief that his iravers are always answered that I could n't bear to shake his faith. So I promised him." "The dear little John Wesley," said Mrs. Marion; "you ought to give him the full benefit of his name, Bethany." "Manima did intend to, but papa said it was as much too big for him as the huge old- fashioned silver watch that Grandfather Brad- ford left him. He suggested that both be laid away until he grew up to fit them." "Who is taking care of him in your ab- sence" was the next question. "O, he and Cousin Frank arranged that, too. They sent for his old nurse. She came last 29 30 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. night with her little nine-year-old grandson. Just Jack's age, you see; so he will have some- body to make the timhe pass very quickly." Mrs. Marion stopped her with an exclama- tion of surprise. "Well, I wish you 'd look at Frank! What will he do next He is actually pinning an Epworth League badge on that young Jew!" Bethany turned her head a little to look. "What a fine face he has!" she remarked. "It is almost handsome. He must feel very much out of place among such an aggressive set of Christians. I wonder what he thinks of all these songs" Air. Marion came back smiling. As super- intendent of both Sunday-school and Junior League, he had won the love of every one con- nected with them. His passage through the ca:, as lie distributed the badges, was attended by many laughing remarks and warm hand- Clasps. There was a happy twinkle in his eyes when he stopped beside his wife's seat. She smiled up at him as lie towered above her, and motioned him to take the seat in front of them. "I 'm not going to stay," he said. "I want ON TO CHATTANOOGA. to bring a young man up here, and introduce him to you. lie 's having a pretty lonesome tilme, I 'in afraid." "It must be that Jew," remarked Mrs. Marion. "I know every one else on the car. I do n't see that wye are called on to entertain hilt, Frank. Ile came with us, simply to take advantage of the excursion rates. I should think lie would prefer to be let alone. Ile must have thought it presumptuous in you to pin that badge on hinm. What did he say when you did it" Mr. Marion bent down to make himself heard above the noise of the train. "I showed him our motto, 'Look up, lift up,' and told him if there was any people in the world who ought to be able to wear such a motto ws orthily, it was the nation whlose Mloses had climbed Sinai, and whose tables of stone lifted up the highest standard of morality known to the race of Adam." Mrs. Marion laughed. "You would make a fine politician," she exclaimed. "You always know just the right chord to touch." "Cousin Frank," asked Bethany, "how does it happen you have taken such an intense in- terest in him " 31 32 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. He dropped into the seat facing theirs, and leaned forward. "Well, to begin with, he 's a fine fellow. I have had several talks with him, and have been wonderfully impressed with his high ideals and viewvs of life. But 1 am free to confess, had I met hinm ten years ago, I could not have seen any good traits in him at all. I was blinded by a prejudice that I am unable to account for. It must have been hereditary, for it has existed since my earliest recollection, and entirely without reason, as far as I can see. I some- how felt that I was justified in hating the Jews. I had unconsciously acquired the opinion that they were wholly devoid of the finer sensibilities, that they were gross in their manner of living, and petty and mean in business transactions. I took Fagin and Shylock as fair specimens of the whole race. It wvas, really, a most un- accountable hatred I had for them. AIy teeth would actually clinch if I had to sit next to one on a street-car. You may think it strange, but I was not alone in the feeling. I know it to be a fact that there are hundreds and hundreds of Church members to-day that have the same inexplicable antipathy." ON TO CHATTANOOGA. Bethany looked up quickly. Aly father's reading and training," she said, "has caused me to have a great admiratio and respect for Jews in the abstract. I inean. such as the Old Testament heroes and the Mac- cabees of a later date. But in the concrete, I must say I like to have as little intercourse with them as possible. And as to modern Israelites, all I know of them personally is the almost cringing obsequiousness of a few wvealthy mer- chants with wlhomn I have dealt, and the dirty swarm of repulsive creatures that infest the tenement districts. We used to take a short cut through those streets sometimes in driving to the market. Ugh! IL was dreadful!" She gave a little shiver of repugnance at the reeol- lection. "Yes, I know," lie answered. "1 had that same feeling the greater part of my life. But ten years ago I spent a summer at Chautatuquai, studying the four Gospels. It opened my eves, Bethany. I got a clearer view of the Christ than I ever had before. I saw how I had been misrepresenting him to the world. The ineon- sisteneies of my life seemed like the lanterns the pirates used to hang on the dangerous cliffs 3 33 34 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. along the coast, that vessels might be wrecked by their misleading light. Do you suppose a .Jew couldl have accepted such a Christ as I rep- resented then - No woiider they fail to recog- nize their Aless-iah in the (listorte(1 iniage that is reflected in the lives of his followers." "But they rejected Christ himrself whene be was among them," ventured Bethany. "Y es," answered Mr. Marion, "it was like the ol0( story of the inan with a muck rake. Do you remlernler that l)iettLre that was shown to Christian at the interpreter's house in 'Pilgrim's Progress' As a nation, Israel had stooped so inmch to the gathering of dry traditions, had beit so long over the minute letter of the law, that it could not straighten itself to take the crown held out to it. It could not even lift its eves to discern that there was a crown just over its head." "It always mrade me think of the blind Samson," said -Mrs. Marion. "In trying to over- throw something it could not see, spiritually I mean, it pulled down the pillars of propheec on its own head." Mr. -Marion turned to 'Bethany again. "Yes, Israel, as a nation, rejected Christ; 35 ON TO CHATTANOOGA. lIut who was it that wrote those wonderful chronicles of the Nazareie Who wvas it that went out ablaze with the power of Pentecost to spread the deathless story of the resurrection'1 Who were the apostles that founded our Church To whom do we owve our knowledge of God and our hope of redemption, if not to the Jews W!e forget, sometimes, that the Savior himself belongoed to that race we so reproach." Ile wvas talking so earnestly, lie had for- P'otteni his surroundings, until a light touch ot his shoulder interrupted himi. " What 's the occasion of all this eloquence, Brother Marion" asked the minister's genial voice. Ile turned quickly to smile into the frank, smooth-shaven fac be)ending over hiin. "Coome, sit down, Dr. Basconi. We 're dis- lssing my young friend hack there, David Herschel. Have you met him" "Yes, I was talkingv with him a little while ago," answered the minister. "He seems very reserve(. Queer, what an intangible barrier seems to arise when we talk to one of that race. I just came in to tell you that Cragmore is in the next car. He got on at the last station." 36 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "What, George Cragmore!" exclaimed Mr. Marion, rising quickly. ".1have n't seen him for two years. I 'll bring him in. here, Ray, after awhile." "That 's the last we 'II see of him. till lunch- time," said Mrs. Alarion, as the door banged behind the two men. "Frank will never think of us again when he gets to spinning yarns with Air. Cragmore. I wvant you to mneet himli, Bethany. Ile is one of the niost original men I ever heard talk. lie 's a youing minister from the 'auld sod.' They called him the 'vild Irishman ' when lie first came over, lie was so fiery and impetuous. There is enough of the brogue left yet in his speech to spice everything he says. He and Frank are a great deal alike in some things. They are both tall and light-haired. They both lhave a deep vein of humor and an inordinate love of joking. They are both so terribly in earnest with their Christianity that everybody around them feels the force of it; and when they onee settle on a point, they are so tenacious nothing can move them. I often tell Frank he is worse than a snapping-turtle. Tradition says they do let go when it thunders, but noth- ON TO CHATTANOOGA. . ing will inake him let go when his imind is once cli nelleed." There was a stop of twenty minutes at noon. At the sound of a noisy gong in front of tile station restaurant, Mr. Marion camelc in with Ills friend. Capacious lunch-baskets were oipeiiedl out on every side, with thle generous abundance of an 1(d1-tille caplt)-I1ecting. "\Vhere is Herschel " inqllire(l Ar. Marion. "I intended to ask him to lunch with ius." "I saw him going into the restaurant," re- plied his wife. "'You must lhave a talk with lhiml this after- IHoon, George," said IMr. Alarion. ''J 'e leen all ull a il (l]Viln this train tlrivlg to get l)eol)le to be neiglborlly. I believe 1)r. Bascoin is the only one who bas spoken to him. They wvere all having such a good time when I interrupted them, or thev did n't know what to say to a Jew, and a dozen (lifferent excuises." "O, Frank, (10 n't get started on that subi- jictt a'-ain !" (exc1laimeiiid Afrs. Marion. "''Take a sandwich, .,,,1 forget aintit it.' Bethi1iny H1allain laughed in iire thma mm omice (111-img tie ilerev r ilTlielleon that foll' nved. Shte could not remember that she had laughed be- 37 38 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. fore since her father's death. The young Irish- nian's ready wit, his droll stories, and odd ex- pressions were irresistible. Ile seemed a mag- net, too, drawing constantly from Frank Mari- on's inexhaustible supply of fun. "You have seen only one side of hin," re- marked Mrs. Marion, when her husband had taken him away to introduce David. "While lie was very entertaining, I think hie has shown us one of the least attractive phases of his character." David had felt very much out of pulace all inorning. It wvas one thing to travel aitiong ordinary Gentiles, as lhe had always done, and another to be surrollnded by those wvho were con- stantly bubbling over with religious enthusiasm. He did not object to sitting beside a hot-water tank, he said to himself, but he did object to its boiling oveer on himn. His neihll)ors would have been v-ery mnucl surprisedl couldl tbey have known lie was stud ly- ing them with 'keen insi-lit, a ndl finiding itnich1 to criticise. Even some of their son.ms were ol- jectional)le to him, their eatch v refrains reni rid- ing him of some he had heard at colored min- strel shows. ON TO CHATTANOOGA. With such an exalted idea of worship as the old rabbi had inculcated in him, it did not seem fitting to approach Deity in song unless through such sonorous utterances as the psalms. Some of these little tinkling, catch-peniiiy tunes seemed profanation. He ventured to say as much to George Crag- more. lie had very unexpectedly found a coim genial friend in the young minister. It was not often he met a man so keenly alert to nature, so versed in his favorite literature, or of his same sensitive temperament. Ile felt liiniself opening his inner doors as lie did to no one else but the rabbi. A drizzling rain wvas falling wvhen they be- gan to wind in and out among the mountains of Tennessee, and for miles in their journey a rain- bow confronted them at everv turn in the road. It crowned every hilltop ahead of them. It reached its shining ladder of light into every valley. It seemed such a prophecy of Awhat awaited tliemii on the mountain beyond, that some One began to sing, "Standing- on the Promises." As the full glory of the rainbowv flashed on Cragmore's sight, he stopped alruptly in the middle of a sentence. The expression of his face 39 40 IN LEAGUa WITH ISRAEL. seemed to transfigure it. AW!hen he turned to David, there were tears in his eyes. "O, the covenants of the Old Testament!" he said, in a low tone, that thrilled David with its intensity of feeling. "The Bethels! The Alizpahs'! The Iibenezers! See, it is like a Iillar of fire leading us to a veritable land of promise." Then, with his hand testing on David's knee, lie began to talk of the promises of the Bible, till David exclaimed, impulsively: "You make me forget that you are a Christian. You enter into Israel's past even more fully than many of her own sons." Cragniore thrust out his lhand, in his (quick, ncrv-ous way, with an il petuous gestu re. "Why, man!" he cried, relapsing uncon- sciously into the broad brogue of his childhood, "we hold- sacred with you the heritage of your past. "We look up with you to the same God, the Father; we confess a common faith till we stand at the foot of the c ros&s. There is no great barrier between uis-onl a step-one step farther for you to take, and we stand side by side !" Ife laid his hand on David's, and looked into ON TO CHATTANOOGA. his eyes with an. expression of tender pleading as he added: "O, my friend, if you could only see nly Savior as lie has revealed himself to me! I pray you inay! I do pray you may !" lIt was the first time in David's life any one had ever said such a thing to lliil. le sat back in his corner of the seat, at loss for aii answer. It p)ut an end to their conversation for a while. Craginore felt that his synlpathy had carried him to tile point of giving offense. lIe was relieved when Dr. Bascoin beckoned him to share his seat. After a xvile, as the train sped on inlo the (larkness, the assengers subsidled in to sleepy indlifference. It seemed hours afterward -when iMr. iMarion clapped him on the shollider, sav- ing briskly, "Wake up, old fellow, we are get- ting into Chattanooga." "Let us go in wvith banners flying," said Dr. Bascom. "I understand thiat everv car-full that has conime in, from 011 aine to Mexico, has CoMme sing.ing.'' The lights of the city, twinklin.- through the car-windows, aroused the sleelpy passengers with a sense of pleasant anticipations, and when 41 42 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. they steamed slowly into the crowded depot, it wvas as "pilgrims singing in the nighlt." In the general confusion of the arrival, Mr. Marion lost sight of David. "It 's too bad!" he exclaimed, in a disap- pointed tone. "I intended to ask him to drive to Missionary Ridge with us to-morrow, and I wanted to introduce him to you, Ilethany." "I 'm very glad you did n't have the oppor- tunity, Cousin Frank," she said, as she followed him through the depot gates. "Ile may be very agreeable, and all that, but lie 's a Jew, and I do n't care to smake his acquaintance." The handle of the umbrella she was carry- ing came in collision with soriIe one behind her. "I beg your pardon," she said, turning in her gracious, high-bred way. The gentleman raised his hat. It was David Herschel. A stylish-looking little school- girl was clinging to his arm, and a gray-bearded man, whom she recognized as Major Ilerrick, was walking just behind him. 'lThey had coIuc down from the mountain to meet him, and take him to Lookout Inn. As their eves met, Beth- any was positive that he had overheard her re- mark. CHAPTER III. THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON "LOOKOUT." Y some misunderstanding, Bethany and her cousins had been assigned l to different homes. "It is too late to make any change to-night," said Mrs. Marion, as they left her. "We are only one block further up on this same street. We will try to make some ar- rangement to-morrow to have you with us." Bethany followed her hostess into the wide reception-hall. One of the most elegant homes of the South had opened its hospitable doors to receive them. Ten delegates had preceded her, all as tired and travel-stained as herself. During the introductions, Bethany mentally classified them as the most uninteresting lot of leople she had seen in a long time. "I l)elieve von are the odd one (of this party, Miss Hallam," said the hostess, glancing over the assignment cards she held; "so I shall have to ask you to take a very small room. It is 43 44 IN LEAGUZ WITH ISRAEL. one improvised for the occasion; but you wvil probably be more comfortable here alone than in a larger room with several others." It had never occurred to Bethany that she might have been asked to share an apartment vith some stranger, and she hastened to assure her hostess of her appreciation of the little roomi, which, though very small indeed coin- pared with the great dimensions of the others, was quite comfortable and attractive. "I have always been accustomed to being by myself," she said, "and it makes no difference at all if it is so far away from the other sleep- ing-roottis. I am not at all timi(l." Yet, when she had vearily lockedl her door, she realized that she had never been so entirely alone before in all her life. home seemed so very far away. Her surroundings were so strange. 11cr extreme weariness intensified her morbid feeling of loneliness. She remembered such a sensation coming to her one night in mi(i-ocean, buat she haid tapped on her state-room wall, and her father haid conic to her imn-me- iliately. Now she might call a weary lifetime. No earthly voice could ever re4clh him. With a throbbing ache in her throat, and THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 45 hot tears springing to her eyes, she opened her valise and took out a little photograph case of Russia leather. Four pictured faces looked out at her. She was kneeling before thein, with her arns resting on the lowv dressinug-table. As sthe gazed at them. intently, a tear s1)lashed down on her black dress. "O, it is n't right! It is n't right," she sobbed, passionately, "for God to take every- thing! It would have been so easy for him to let me keep them. How could he be so cruel HoW could lie take away all that made my life worth living, and then let little Jack suffer so" She laid her head on her arms in a paroxysm of sobbing. Presently she looked up again at her mother's picture. It was a beautiful face, very like her own. It brought back all her happy childhood, that seemed almost glorified now by the remembered halo of its devoted mother-love. The years had softened that grief l)ut it all came back to-nighlt -with its old-time bitter- ness. The next face was little Jack's-a sturdy, wvide-a wake boy, with mischievouqs dimples and laughing eves. But the recollection of all he 46 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. had suffered since his accident, mnade her feel that she bad lost him also, ill a way. The physician had assured her that lie would be the saine vigorous, romping child again; but she found that hard to believe when. she thought of his present helpless condition. She pressed the next picture to her lips with trembling fingers, and then looked lov- ingly into the eyes that seemed to answer her gaze with one of steadfast, manly devotion. "O, it is n't right! It is n't right!" she sobbed again. How it all came back to her- the happy June-time of her engagement!-the summer days when she dreamed of him, the summer twvilights when be came. Every detail was burned into her aching memory, from the first bunch of violets lie brought her, to the judge's tender smile when she spread out all her bridal arrav for him to see. Such shim- mering lengths of the white, trailing satin; such filmy clouds of the soft, white veil, destined never to touch her fair hair! For there wvas the telegram, and afterward the darkened room, and the darker hour, when she groped her way to a motionless form, and knelt beside it alone. 0, how she had clung to the cold hands, and THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 47 kissed the unresponsive lips, and turned away in au agony of despair! But as she turned, her father's strong armns were folded about her, and his broken voice wvliispered comfort. The dear father! It had been doubly deso- late since he had gone, too. Kneeling there, with her head bowed on her arms, she seemed to face a future that was ut- terly hopeless. Except that Jack needed her, she felt that there was absolutely no reason why she should go on living. The ticking of hier watch reminded her that it was nearly midnight. In a mechanical was, she got up and began to arrange her hair for the nighlt. After she had extinguiished the light, she pulled aside the curtain, and looked out on the unfamiliar streets. The moon had come up. In the dim light the crest of old Lookout towered grimly above the horizon. A verse of one of the Psalms passed through her mind: "I will lift up mine eyesuntothehills,from whence cometh mv help." "No," she whispered, bitterly, "therc is no help. God does n't care. He is too far away." As she went back to the bed, the words of 48 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. the novice ii ululoch's -tlBeiiedetta Minelli" vamie to her: ") weary world, C) beavy life, farewell ! Like a tired cbild that creeps into the dark To sob it.elf asleep where iione will mark, So creep I to my silent convent cell." "1 wvish I could do that," she thought; "lock myself away with my inemjories, and not be obliged to keep up this empty pretense of living, just as if nothing were changed. It mnight not be so hard. IHowv I dread to-morrowv, with its crowds of strange faces! 0, why did I ever come" Next morning, the guests gathered out on the vine-covered piazza to discuss their plans for the day. There were two theological students from Boston, a young doctor from Texas, and the son of a wealthy Louisiana planter. A IKansas farmer's wvife and her sister, a briglht little schoolteacher from an Iowa village, and three pretty Georgia girls, completed the party. Piethany sat a little apart from them, won- lerin hbow they coul(d be so greatly intereste(l in such things as the most direct car-line to THE: SUNRISE SERVICE ON LoowoUT. 49 Alissionary Ridge, or the time it would take to "(do" the old battle-ground(Is. The youngest Georgia girl was about her own age. She had ma(le several attempts to include Bethany in the conversation, but mis- taking her reserve and indifference for haughti- ness, turned to the Louisiana boy with a remark about unsociable Northerners. Their frequent laughter reached Betbanv, and she wondere(l, in a (dll wvay', how anybody ('111(l be light-hearted eoiugh even to smile inl such a world full of heart-aches. Thent she re- membered that she had laughed herself, tlie day before, when Mr. ('ragmore was with them. lt rather puzzled lher now to know how she could have (lone so. TIer vakeful niglht had left her unuisually (depressed. An opeii, two-seatedl carriage stopped at the gate. Mrs. Marioin anid George ( ramgiore 'vere (pt11 the lback seat. Mr. Marion adl Dr. B3ascomit sat vitlh tlhe (driver. TBethantv hadl been rwaiting for them l somine time vith lieu hat )11, so she Nvent quicklv oult to meet tliem. Mr. (raginore leapedl over the wheel to opeit tile gate, anl assist her to a seat betweeni himself and Nfrs. Marion. 4 50 IN LEAGUZC WITH ISRAIEL. They (Irove ra1)idly out towards Missionary Ridge. To I ctlany's great relief, neither of her companions seemed in a talkative mood. Mr. Marion, who was an ardent Southener, had been deep in a political discussion with Dr. Bas- olll. As they stopped on the winding road, half way up the ridge, to look down into the beautiful valley below, and across to the purple stinintit of Lookout, Mr. Marion drew a long breath. Then lie took off his hat, saying, rev- erently, "The work of Hlis fingers! What is izan, that Thou art min(lful of him " Then, after a long silence: "How insignificant our little (lifferenecs seem, Baseom, in the sight of these everlasting hills! Let's change the sub- ject." Mrs. Marion, absorbed in the beauty on every side, did not notice Bethany's continued silence or Craginore's spasmodic remarks. The fresh air and brisk motion had somewhat aroused Bethany from her apathy. First, she began to be interested in the constantly-chang- ing view, and then she noticed its effect on the erratic man beside her. From the time they commenced to ascend the ridge he had not spoken to anv one directly, THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 51 but everything lie saw seemed to sulggest a (quo- tation. lIe rep)eated thelii uincoiisciously, as if lie were all alone; sonie of thein dreamiily, SOile of themii with startling force, and all with. the sligiit l)rogue lie spoke so iiusically. "Every common bush. afire with God," lie inurinured in an undertoiie, looking at a dusty wayside wced, with his soul in his eyes. Bethany thought to herself, afterwards, that if any other nian of her acquaintance had kept up such a steady string of disjointed quotations, it would have been. ridicuilos. She never llear(1 hinit do it again after that (lay. It seemed as if the old battle-fields suggested thoughts that (ould find no adequate expression save in words that imimnortal pens had made deathless. T'le warmi odor of ripe peaches floated out to theni from grassy orchards, wlhere the trees were bent over with their wealth of velvety, sun- reddened fruit. Seemingyv, Cragmore had taken no notice of Bethany's depression when she joined them, or of the soothing effect na- ture wvas having on her sore heart. But she knewv that lie had seen it, when he turned to her abruptly with a quotation that fitted her as well as his first one had the wayside weed. He 52 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAFL. half sang it, with a tender, wvistful smile, as be -wateie d [ler face. "( the green things growing, the green things grow- ing- The faint, sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to live, whether I .smile or grieve, Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing, For by inany a tender touch, they comfort me so much, With the soft, mute comfort of green things growing." JBetliany wondered if her cousin iFrank had told him of all she had suffered, or if hCe had guessed it intuitively. Sonmelho-v she felt that lie had not been told, blut that he had divined it. Yet vhele they stopped on the ('hickamauga battle-field, and she sav him go leaping aeross the rough fields like an overgrown b)ov, sle thought of her eotisiii Ray's remark, 'Thbev used to call him the wild Irishman," and wondered at the contradictory pliases his eharacter pre- sented. She saw him pause and layv his hand reverently on the largest cannon, and then come running hack aeross the furrows with long, awk- ward jumps. "What on earth did youi do that for, Crag- THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 53 more" asked AIr. Marion, in his teasing way. "The idea of keeping us waiting while you were racing across a ten-acre lot to pat an old gun." "Old gun, is it" was the laughing answer, vet there was a flash in his eyes that belied the laugh. "Odds, man! it is one of the greatest orators that ever roused a continent. I just wanted to lay my hands on its dumb lips." le waved his arm with an exulting gesture. "Aye, but they spoke in thunder-tones once, the day they spoke freedom to a race." He did not take his seat in the carriage for a whille, but followed at a Ettle distance, rang- ing the woo(s on both sides; sometimes plung- ing into a leafy hollowv to examine the bark of an old tree where the shells had plowed deep scars; sometimes dropping on his knees to brush away the leaves from a tiny wild-flower, that any one but a true woodsman would bave passed with unseeing eyes. Once he brought a rare specimen iip to the carriage to ask its name. Ile had never seen one like it before. That rvas the only one he gathered. "It 's a pitv to tear them uip, whlen they Wonald wither in just a fewv hours," lie said; "the solitary places are so glad for them." 54 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "He 's a queer combination," said Dr. Bas- coin, as he watched him break a little sprig of cedar from the stump of a battle-broken tree to put in his card-case. "Sometimes he is the veriest clowvn; at others, a child could not be more artless; and I have seen him a few tirucs when lie seemed to be aroused into a spiritual giant. lie fairly touched the stars." Bethany was so tired by the morning's drive that she did not go to the opening services in the big tent that afternoon. "Well, you missed it!" said Stir. AMarion, when he came in after supper, "and so did David Herschel." "Aissed what" inquired Bethany. "The mayor's address of welcome, this after- noon. You know he is a Jew. Such a broadl, fraternal speech must have been a revelation to a great many of his audience. I tell you. it was fine! You 're going to-night, are n't you, Bethany " "No," she answeredl, "I want to save myself for the sunrise praNer-meeting on the iriountaiin to-morrow. T saw the sun come up over the Rigi once. It is a sight worth staving up all night to see." THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 55 It was about two o'clock in the morning when they started up the mountain by rail. The cars were crowded. People hung on the straps, swaying back and forth in the aisles, as the train lurched around sudden curves. Nothwith- standing the early hour, and the discomfort of their position, they sang all the way up the mountain. "Cousin Ray," said Bethany, "do tell ice how these people can sing so constantly. The last thing I heard last night before I went to sleep was the electric street-car going past the house, with a regular hallelujah chorus on board. Do you slll)Pose they really feel all they sing How can they keep worked up to such a pitch all the tiin " "You should have been at the tent last night, dear," answered Mrs. Marion. "Then you would have gotten into the secret of it. There is an inspiration in great nllInl)ers. The audi- ences we are having there are said to be the greatest ever gathered south of the Ohio. Onr Lea-'ue at home has been doing very faithfil work, but I could n't help wishing last night that every member could have been present. To see ten thousand faces lit up with the same 56 IN LZAGUE WITH ISRAEL. interest and the same hope, to hear the battle- cry, 'All for Christ,' and the Amen that rolled out in response like a volley of ten thousand musketry, would have made them feel like a little, straggling company of soldiers suddenly awakened to the fact that they were not fight- ing single-handed, but that all that great army were re-enforcing them. AMore than that, these were only the advance-guard, for over a million young people are enlisted in the same cause. Think of that, Bethany-a million leagued to- gether just in Methodism! Then, when you count with them all the Christian Endeavor forces, and the Baptist Unions, and the King's Daughters and Sons, and tlheYoung Afen's( Iris- tian Associations, anl the 13rotherhood of St. Andrew, it looks like the combined powver ought to revolutionize the universe in the next decade." "Then you think it is an inspiration of the crow(ds that makes them sing all the time," said Bethan v. "1lx iso means!" answered Mrs. Marion. "To be sure, it has something to dlo with it; but to most of this vast number of youing people, their religion is not a sentiment to be fanned into spasmodic flame by some excitement. It THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 57 is a vital force, that underlies every thought and every act. They will sing at home over their work, and all by themselves, just as heartily as they do here. I remember seeing in Westminster Abbey, one time, the profiles of John and Charles Wesley put side by side on the same medallion. I have thought, since then, it is only a half- hearted sort of Methodism that does not pu-it the spirit of both brothers into its daily life- that does not wing its sermons with its sougs." Hundreds of people had already gathered on the l)row of the mountain, waiting the ap- pointed hour. Mir. Marion led the way to a place where nature had formed a great amphli- theater of the rocks. They seated themselves on a long, narrow ledge, overlooking the valley. They wvere above the clouds. Such billows of mist rolled up and hid the sleeping earth below that they seemed to be looking out on a bound- less ocean. The world and its petty turmoils were blotted out. There was only this one gray peak raising its solitary head in infinite space. It was still and solemn in the early light. They spoke together almost in whispers. "I can not believe that any man ever went up into a mountain to pray without feeling him- 58 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. self drawn to a higher spiritual altitude," said Dr. Bascom. Frank Marion looked around on the assem- bled crowds, and then said slowly: "Once a little band of five hundred met the risen Lord on a mountain-side in Galilee, and were sent away with the promise, 'Lo, I am with you alway!' Think what they accomplished, and then think of the thousands here this morn- ing that may go back to the work of the valley with the same promise and the same power! There ought to be a wonderful work accom- plished for the Master this year." Cragmore, who had walked away a little distance from the rest, and was watching the eastern sky, turned to them with his face alight. "See!" he cried, with the eagerness of a child, and vet with the appreciation of a poet shining in his eyes; "the wings of the morn- ing rising out of the uttermost parts of the sea." He pointed to the long bars of light spread- ing like great flaming pinions above the horizon. The dawn had come, bringing a new heaven and a new earth. In the solemn hush of the sunrise, a voice began to sing, "Nearer, my God, to thee." THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 59 It was as in the days of the old temple. They had left the outer courts and passed up into an inner sanctuary, where a rolling cur- tain of cloud seemed to shut them in, till in that high Holy of Holies they stood face to face with the Shekinah of God's presence. Blethany caught her breath. There had been times before this when, carried along by the itn- petuous eloquence of some sermon or prayer, every fiber of her being seemed to thrill in re- sponse. In her childlike reaching out towards spiritual things, she had had wonderful glimpses of the Fatherhood of God. She had gone to him with every experience of her young life, just as naturally and freely as she had to her earthly father. But when beside the judge's leathb-bed she pleaded for his life to be spared to her a little longer, and her frenzied appeals met no response, she turned away in rebellious silence. She would pray no more to a dumb heaven," she said bitterly. Tier hope had been vain. Now, as she listened to songs and prayers and testimony, she began to feel the power that emanated from them,-the powver of the Spirit, showing her the Father as she had never known 60 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. him before: the Father revealed through the Son. Below, the mists began to roll away until the hidden valley was revealed in all its inorn- ing loveliness. But how small it looked front such a height! Moccasin Bend was only a sil- ver thread. The outlying forests dwindled to thickets. Bethany looked up. Tlhe mists began to roll away from her spiritual vision, and she saw her life in relation to the eternities. Self dwindled out of sight. TIlhere was no bitterness now, no childish (questioiiIg of' Divine lpuroses. The bllild liartinmeis by the wayside, hearing the ery, "Jesus of Nazareth passethi by," and, grop- ing his way towards "the Light of the world," was no surer of his dawning vision than Beth- any, as she joined silently in the prayer of con- secration. She saw riot only the glory of the June sunrise; for her the "lSun of righteous- ness had arisen, with healing in his wings." People seemed loath to go when the serv- ices were over. They gathered ill little groups on the mountain-side, or walked leisurely fronm one point of view to another, drinking in the rare beauty of the morning. THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKOUT. 61 Betlhany walked on without speaking. Slhe was a little in. advance of the others, and didi not notice vhlen thie rest of her part;, were stop1)ed by soine acquaintances. Absorbed in. her own thoughts, she turned aside at Prospect Point, and walked out to the edge. As she looked dowvn over the railing, thle refrain of one of the songs that had 1)een sung so constantly d(hring the last few days, unconsciously rose to her lips. She hurnuied it softly to herself, over and over, "O, there 's sunshine in mny soul to-dlay." So oblivions was she of all surroundings that slhe did not hear Frank Marion's quick step lbeliindl her. lie had colcne to tell her the' were going down the iiiouuitain 1b tle incline. "'', there 's sunshine, blessed smiisline!V' r1ne words canie softly, alhnost under her breath; but lie heard theni, a[11( felt vitli a (Iciki heart- throb that sonie thing unusual miust have oc- curred to bring an;' song to her lips. "O Bethany !" lie exclaimed, "d10 you mean it, child Has the light eolne" The face that she turned towards him wvas radiant. She could find no words xwherewith to tell him her great happiness, but she laid her 62 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. hands in his, and the tears sprang to her Cves. "Thank God! Thank God!" he exclaimed, wvith a tremor in his strong voice. "It is what I have been praying for. Now you see why I urged you to colie. I knew what a mountain- top of transfiguration this would be." Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, DIavid Hersc hel had looked arolin(l with great curiosity on the gathering thousands. It was only a little distance from the inn, andl he had coizne dowii liolpiing to discover the real motive that hadll brouglt these people together front su1(11 vast distances. iie wondered- what power tleiir creed contained that couild draw them to this meeting at such an early hour. lie had felt as keenly as C'ragmnore the sub- limity of the sunrise. lie felt, too, the uplift- ing power of the old hymn, that song drawn from the experience of Jacob at Bethel, that seemed to lift every heart nearer to the Eternal. He was deeply stirred as the leader began to speak of the mountain scenes of the Bible, of Abraham's struggles at Moriah, of Horeb's burning bush, of Sinai and Nebo, of Mount Zion with its thousand hallowed memories. So THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON LOOKO[JT. 63 far the young Jew could follow hinm, lit not to the greater heights of the Mountain of Beati- tudes, of Calvary, or of Olivet. lie had never heard such prayers as the ones that followed. Although there can be found no sublimer utterances of worshi), no humbler confessions of penitence or more lofty coneep- tions of Jehovah, than are bound in the rituals of ,ludaism, these siiiiiile outpourings of the heart xere a revelatio)Ii to Min. 'I'licre caine again the fulfillment of the deathless worids, "And I, if I be lifted up, wvill drawv all men unto in(!" (), how the lowly -Nazarene "'as lifted up that mtiorning, ill that great gathering of his people! How his naine was exalted! All up anti doivn old Lookout Mountain, and even across the wide valley of the Tennessee, it was echoed in every song and prayer. When the testimony service began, David turned from one speaker to another. What had they conie so far to tell From every State in the Union, from Canada, and from foreign shores, they brought only one story- "Behold the Lamb of God!" In spite of him- self, the young Jew's heart was strangely drawn 64 IN LEAGUr WITH ISRAEL. to this uplifted Christ. Suddenly lie was startled by a ringing voice that cried: "1 am a converted Jew. I was brought to Christ by a little girl-a member of the Junior League. I have given up wvife, mother, father, sisters, brothers, and fortune, but I have gained so much that I can say fromn the depths of my soul, 'Take all the wvorld, but give me Jesus.' I have con- seerated my life to his service." I)avid clhanged his position in order to get a better view of the speaker. Ile serutinized hliiit closely. lie studied his faee, his dress, even lis attitu(Ie, to (letermine, if possible, the chlaracter of this new witness. Ile sawv a Mian of nle(lillm height, broad forehead, an(l firm mouth ovcc- wvlichl (lroojped a heavy, dark inus- taclhe. 'I'here was nothing fanatieal in the (calu face or (lignified bcarinig. His eyes, which wvere large, (lark, and magnetic, met D)avid's with a steady gaze, and seemed to 1ol( them for a moment. With a lawver-lik-e instinet, David longed to probe this man with questions. As lie wvent back to the inn, he resolved to hunnt ulp his his- tory, ani find what had induced him to turn away from the faith. CHAPTER IV. AN E PWORTH JE W. EARLY every northern-bound mail- train, since Bethany's arrival in Chat- tanooga, had carried soinething home to Jack-a paper, a l)ostal, souve- nirs from the battle-fields, or views of the moun- tain. Knowing how eagerly he watched for the p)ostman's visits, she never let a day pass wvith- out a letter. Saturday morning she even niissed part of the services at the tent in order to write to him. " I have just come back from Grant Uni- versity," she wrote. "Cousin Frank was so in- terested in the Jew who spoke at the sunrise meeting yesterday, lecause lie said a little Jmn- ior League girl had been the means of his conversion, that he arranged for an interview with him. T1is name is Lessing. Cousin Frank asked me to go with him to take the conver- sation down in shorthand for the Leagiue. I 5 65 66 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. haven't time now to gixe all the details, but will tell them to you when I come home." I3ethany had been intensely interested in the man's story. They sat out on one of the great porches of the university, with the moun- tains in sight. They had drawn their chairs aside to a cool, shady corner, where they would not be interrupted by the stream of people con- stantly passing in and out. "It is for the children you want my story," lie said; "so they must know of my childhood. It was passed in Baltimore. Aiy father was the strictest of orthodox Jews, and I was very faith- fully trained in the observances of the law. Ile taught me Hebrew, and required a rigid ad- herence to all the customs of the synagogue." Bethany rapidly transcribed his words, as he told many interesting incidents of his early home life. le had come to Chattanooga for business reasons, married, and opened a store in St. Elmo, at the foot of Mount Lookout. lie was very fond of children, and made friends with all who came into the store. There was one little girl, a fair, eurly-haired child, who used to come oftener than the others. She grew to love him dearly, and, in her baby fashion, AN EPWORTH Jw 67 often talked to him of the Junior League, in which she was deeply interested. 11er distress when she (liscovered that lie (lid not love Christ was pitiful. She insisted so on his going to Clhturch, that one morning lie finally consented, just to please her. The ser- mon worried him all day. It had been an- nounced that the evening service would be a continuation of the same subject. He went at night, and was so impressed with the truth of what he heard, that when the child came for him to go to prayer-meeting with her the next week, lie did not refuse. Towards the close of the service the min- ister asked if any one present wished to pray for friends. The child knelt down beside Mr. Lessing, and to his great embarrassment began to pray for him. "O Lord, save Brother Les- sing!" was all she said, bitt she repeated it over and over with such anxious earnestness, that it went straight to his heart. Ile (dropped on his knees beside her, and began pray ing for himself. It was not long until lie was on his feet again, joyfully confess- ing the Christ lie had been taught to despise. In the enthlusiasmn of this new-found happiness 67 68 IN LRAGUE WITH ISRAEL. he went home and tried to tell his wife of the AMessiahl he had accepted, but she indignantly refused to listen. For months she berated and ridiculed himii. When she found that not only were tears and arguments of no avail, but that he felt hie must consecrate his life to the mini- istry, she declared she would leave him. He sold the store, and gave her all it brought; and she wvent back to her family in Florida. In order to prepare for the ministry he entered the university, working outside of study hours at anything lie could find to do. In the neantime he had written to his parents, know- ing how greatly they would be distressed, yet hoping their great love would condone the offense. His father's answer was cold and business- like. He said that no disgrace could have come to him that could have hurt him so deeply as the infidelity of his trusted son. If he would renounce this false faith for the true faith of his fathers, he would give him forty thousand dollars outright, and also leave him a legacy of the same amount. But should he refuse the offer, he should be to him as a stranger-the AN EPWORTH JEW. doors of both his heart and his house should be forever barred against him. His mother, with a woman's tact, sent the pictures of all the family, whoin he had not seen for several years. Their faces called up so nmany happy memories of the past that they jleaded more eloquently than words. It w as a sweet, loving letter she wrote to her boy, re- iniding him of all they had been to each other, aind begging him for her sake to cozime back to the old faith. But right at the last she wrote: "If you insist on clinging to this false Christ, ,vhoin we have taught you to despise, the heart of your father and of your mother must be closed against you, amid you must be thrust out fronm us forever with our curse upon you." He knew it was the custom. He had been present once when the awful anathema was hurled at a traitor to the faith, withdrawing every right from the outlaw, living or dea(l. He knew that his grave would be dug in the Jewvish (enletery in Baltimore; that the rabbi would read the rites of burial over his empty coffin, an d that henceforth his only part in the fain- iIl life would be the blot of his disgraceful memuory. 69 70 IN LEAGLTE WITH ISRAEL. lie spread the pictures and the letters on the desk before him. A cold perspiration broke out on his forehead, as he realized the hopeless- ness of the alternative offered him. One by one lie took up the photographs of his brothers and sisters, looked at them long and fondly, and laid them aside; then his father's, with its strong, proud face. lie put that away, too. At last he picked up) his mother's picture. She looked straight ouit at him, with stuch a world of loving tenderness in the smiling eyes, with such trustful devotion, as if she knew he could not resist the appeal, that he turned away his head. The trial seemede greater than he could bear. He was trembling with the force of it. Then he looked again into the dear, pa- tient face, till his eyes grew too dim to see. It was the same old mother who had nursed him, who had loved him, who had borne with his wavwardness and forgiven Imin always. lie seemed to feel the soft touich of her lips on his forehead as she bent over to give himn a good- night kiss. All that she had ever done for him eanie rushing through his memory sri over- whelminglv that he broke down utterly, and began to sob like a child. "O, I can't give her AN EPWORTH JEW. up," he groaned. "My dear old mother! I can't grieve her so!" All that morning lie clung to her picture, sometimes walking the floor in his agony, some- times falling on his knees to pray. "God in heaven have p)ity," lie cried. "That a muan should have to choose between his mother and his Christ!" At last he rose, and, 'with. one more long look at the picture, laidl it reverently away with. shaking hands. lie had surrendered every- thing. le did riot tell all this to his synmpathizing listeners. They could read part of the pathos of that struggle in his face, part in the voice that trembled occasionally, despite his strong effort to control it. Frank Marion's thoughts wvent back to his own gentle mother in the old homestead amnong the green hills of Kentucky. As lie thought of the great pillar of strength her unfaltering faith had been to him, of bow froni boyhood it had upheld and comforted and encouraged hint of how much he had always depended upon her love and her prayers, his sympathies were stirred to their depths. He reached out and took Les- sing's hand in his strong grasp. 7 1 72 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "God help you, brother!" he said, fervently. Bethany turned her head aside, and looked away into the hazy distances. She knew what it meant to feel the breaking of every tie that bound her best beloved to her. She knew what it weas to have only picttured faces to look into, and lay away wvithl the pain of passionate long- ing. The question flaslhed into her mind, could she have made the voluntary surrender that lie had made She put it from her with a throb of shame that she was glad that she had not been so tested. Sonie acquaintance of Mr. Marion, passing down the steps, recognized him, and called back: "What time does your speech come on the program, Frank I understand you are to hold forth to-day." Mr. Marion hastily excused himself for a moment, to speak to his friend. Bethany sat silent, thinking intently, while she drew unmeaning dots and dashes over the cover of her note-book. Mr. Lessing turned to her abruptly. "Didi you ever speak to a Jew about your Savior" he asked, with such startling directness, that Bethany was confused. AN EPWORTH JEW. "No," she said, hesitatingly. "Why 1" he asked. He was looking at her with a penetrating gaze that seemed to read her thoughts. "Really," she answered, "I have never con- sidered the question. I am not very well ac- jLiainted with any, for one reason; besides, I would have felt that I wvas treading on forbidden grounds to speak to a Jew about religion. They have always seenied to me to be so in- trenched in their beliefs, so proof against argu- ment, that it would be both a useless and thank- less undertaking." "They may seem invulnerable to argu- inents," he answered, "but nobody is proof against a wvarm, personal interest. Ah, -Miss Hallam, it seems a terrible thing to me. The Church will make sacrifices, will cross the seas, will overcome almost any obstacle to send the gospel to China or to Africa, anywhere but to the Jews at their ellbows. 0, of course, T know there are a few Hebrew missions, scattered here and there through the large cities, and a few eearnest souls are devoting their entire energy to the work. But suppose every Christian in the country became an evangel to the little 73 74 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. communllluity of Jews within the radius of his in- fluence. Suppose a practical, prayerful, indi- vidual effort were miade to show themn Christ, with the same zeal you expend in sending 'the old story' to the Hottentots. What would be the result 0, if I had waited for a grown person to speak to me about it, I might have waited until the day of my death. I was rest- less. I was dissatisfied. I felt that I needed something more than my creed could give me. For what is Judaisimi nowv I read an answer not long ago: 'A religion of sacrifice, to which, for eighteen centuries, no sacrifice has been possible; a religion of the Passover and the Day of Atonement, on which, for well-nigh two mil- lennitums, no lamb has been slain and no atone- ment offered; a sacerdotal religion, with only the shadow of a priesthood; a religion of a temple which has no temple more; its altar is quenchee, its ashes scattered, no longer kind- ling any enthusiasnm, nor kindled by any hope.' No man ever took mne by the hand and told me about the peace I have now. No man ever shared with me his hope, or pointed out the way for me to find] it. If it had not been for the "Archdeacon Farrar. AN EPWORTH JEW. blessed guiding influence of a little child, my hungry heart luight still be crying out un- satisfied." lie went on to repeat several conversations lhe had had with men of his own race, to show her how this indifference of Christians was reckoned against them as a glaring inconsistency by the Jews. Almost as if some one had spokeu the words to her, she seemed to hear the con- denination, "I was a hungered, and ye gave ine 110 meat. I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink. I was a stranger, and ye took me not in. lInasnmuch as ye didi it not to one of the least of these my brethren, ye did it not to me." Strange as it may seem, Bethany's interpre- tation of that Scripture had always been in a temporal sense. Mfore than once, when a child, she had watched her mother feed some poor beggar, with the virtuous feeling that that con- demnation could not apply to the Ilallam fani- ilN. But now Lessing's imnpassioned appeal had awakened a different thought. Who so hun- gered as those who, reaching out for bread, grasped either the stones of a formal ritualism or the abandoned hope of propbhecy Yunfulfilled Who such "strangers wvithin the gates" of the 75 76 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. nations as this race without a country From the brick-kilns of Pharaoh to the willows of Babylon, from the Ghetto of Rome to the fagot-fires along the Rhine, from Spanish cruelties to English extortions, they had been driven-exiles and aliens. The -New WVorld had -velcomed them. Th71 New World bad osenlcd all its avenues to then. Only from the door of Christian society had they turned awav, say- ing, "I was a stranger, and ye took me not in." In the pause that followed, Bethany's heart went out in an earnest prayer: "O C(od, in the great day of thy judgment, let not that con- demnation be mine. Only send me sonie p- porthinity, show ine some way wvhereby I may lead even one of the least among them to the world's Redeemer!" Mr. Marion came back from his interview, looking at his watch as he did so. It was so near time for services to begin at the tent, that he did not resume his seat. "We mav never meet again, AMr. Lessing," said IBethan v, holding out her ban1 as she bade him good-bye. "So I want to tell youl before I go, what an impression this conversation has made upon me. It has aroused an earnest de- AN EPWORTH JEW. sire to be the means of carrying the hope that comforts me, to sonie one among your people." "You will succeed," lie said, looking into her earnest upturned face. Tlhe. lie added softly, in Hebrew, the ol( benediction of an olden day-"Peace be unto you." All that day, after the sunrise meeting, David Herschel had been with A1ajor Herrick, going over the battle-fields, and listening to per- sonal reminiscences of desperate engagements. A monument was to be erected on the spot where nearly all the major's men had fallen in one of the most hotly-contested battles of the war. Ile had come down to help locate the place. "it 's a very different reception they are giving us now," remarked the major, as they drove through the city. Epwvorth League colors were flying in all di- rections. Every street gleamed with the white and red banners of the 'North, crosse(l with the white and gol(d of the South. "Chattanooga is entertaining her guests royally; people of every denomination, and of no faith at all, are vying with each other to show the kindliest hospitality. We are missing 77 78 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. it by being at the hotel. I told MUrs. Herrick and the girls I would meet them at the tent this evening. Will you come, too" "No, thank you," replied D)avid, "my cmri- osity was satisfied this morning. I 'II go oii up to the inh. 1 have a letter to write." The major laughed. "It's a letter that has to be written every day, is n't it" he said, banteringly. "Well, I can sympathize with you, my boy. I was young myself once. Conferences are n't to be taken into account at all when a billet-doux needs answering." The next day David kept i1arta with him as much as possible. He could see that she was becoming greatly interested, and catching much of Albert Ilerrick's enthusiasm. 'lThe boy was a great League worker, and attended every meeting. David took Marta a long walk over the mountain paths. They sat on the wide, vine, hung veranda of the inn, and read together. Then, as it was their Sabbath, he took her uil to his room, and read some of the ritual of thy- day, trying to arouse in her some interest for the old eustoms of their childhood. AN EPWORTH JEW. To his great dismay, he found that she had (lrifted away from him. She was not the yield- itig child she had been, whom he had been able to influence with a word. She showed a disposition to question and contend, that annoyed himn. The rabbi was right. She had been left too long among con- taniinating influences. It was with a feeling of relief that lie woke Sunday morning to hear the rain beating vio- lently against the windows. He was glad on her account that the storm would prevent themn going dowvn into the city. HBut toward evening the sun came out, and Frances IHerrick began to insist on going down to the night service in the tent. "It is the last one there will be!" she ex- claime(l. "I woull dn't miss it for anything." "Neither would I," respon(ledl IMarta. "There is something so inspiring in all that great chorus of voices." When David found that his sister really in- tended to go, notwithstanding his remnonstrances, and that the family were waiting for her in the hall lelow, lie madle no further protest, 79 80 IN LEAGUZM WITH ISRAEL. but surprised her by taking his hat, and tuck- ing her hand in his arm. "Then I will go with you, little sister," he said1. "I want to have as much of your comn- pany as possible during miy short visit." Albert Derrick, who was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs, divined David's pur- pose in keeping his sister so close. He lifted his eyebrows slightly as he turned to take his mother's wraps, leaving Frances to follow with the major. The tent was crowvded when they reached it. They succeeded with great difficulty in ob- taining several chairs in one of the aisles. "herschel and I will go back to the side," said Albert. "The audience near the entrance is constantly shifting, and we can slip into the first vacant seat; some will be sure to get tired and go out before long. They always do." It was the first time David had been in the tent, and he was amazed at the enormous audience. He leaned against one of the side supports, watching the people, still intent on erowding forward. Siiddenly his look of idle enriosity changed to -ne of lively interest. He recognized the face of the Jewv who had at- AN EPWORTH JEW. tracted him in the mountain meeting. Isaac Lessing was in the streamn of people pressing slowly towards himt. Nearer and nearer he came. Trlc crowd at the door pushed harder. Tlhe fresh impetus jostled them alinost off their feet, and in the crush Lessing was caught and held directly in front of David. Some magnetic force in the eyes of each held the gaze of thle other for a nmoment. Then Lessing, recognizing the coni- mon bond of blood, smiiiled. That ringing cry, "I ain a convertedl Jew," had sounded in David's ears ever since it first startled him,. He felt confitident that the manl wvas laboring under somne strong delusion, and lie wvished that lie might ]lave an opportunity to dispel it by skillful arguinents, and vill himll l)aick to the old faith. Seized by an imlp]se as sudden as it was irresistible, be laid his hand on the stranger's arm. "I want to speak with youi," he said, hur- riedly, and in a low tone. "Clome this wvav. I will not detain yol long." lie drew him out of the press into one of the side aisles, and thence towards the exit. 6 81 82 IN LEKAGUR WITH ISRAEL. "W\ill you valk a few steps with me" lie asked; "I want to ask you several questions." Lessiug complied quietly. The sound of a cornet followed them with the pleading notes of an old hymn. It was like the mighty voice of some archangel sound- iiig a call to prayer. Then the singing began. Song after song rolled out on the night air across the common to a street where two men paced back and forth in the darkness. They were arm in arm. David was listening to the same story that Bethanv and Frank Marion had heard the day before. He could not help but be stirred by it. Lessing's voice was so earnest, his faitl w as so sure. When lie was through, I )avid was utterly silenced. 'rhe ques- tions with which lie bad intended to probe this man's claims were alrc ady answered. "We might as well go bacek," lie said at last. As they walked slowly towards the tent, he said: "I can't understand you. I feel all the time that you have been duped in some way; that you are under the spell of some mysterious power that deludes yon." Just as they passed within the tent, the AN EPW'ORTH JEW. cornet solln(led again, the great congregation rose, and ten thllosan(l voices wvent up as one: "All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall !" The sight was a miagnificent one; the sound like an ocean-beat of L praise. Lessing seized David's arm. "That is the power!" lie exclaimed. "Not only does it uplift all these thousands you see here, but millions more, all over this globe. It is nearly two thousand years since this Jesus was known aiiioiig inen. Could lie transform lives to-night, as mnine has been transformed, if his power were a (lelusion What has brought them all these miles, if not this samne power Look at the class of l)eople who have beent duped, as you call it." He pointed to the lplat- frn. "Bishops, college presidents, editors, men of marked ability and with world-wide rep- utation for worth and scholarship." At the close of the hymn some one moved over, and made room for David on one of the benches. Lessing pushed farther to the front. David listened to all that was said with a sort of pitying tolerance, until the sermon 83 84 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. began. The bishop's opening words caught his attention, and echoed in his memory for months afterward. "Paul knew Christ as he had studied him, and as he appeared to him when he did not believe in him-when he despised him. Then he also knew Christ after his surrender to him; after Christ had entered into his life, and changed the character of his being; after new meanings of life and destiny filled his horizon, after the Divine tenderness filled to complete- ness his nature; then was he in possession of a knowledge of Christ, of an experience of his presence and of his love that was a benediction to him, and has through the centuries since that hour been a blessing to men wherever the gospel has been preached. "It is such a man speaking in this text. A man with a singularly strong imind, well disci- plined, with great will-power; a man with a great ancestry; a man with as mighty a soul as ever tabernacled in flesh and blood. He pro- claimed everywhere that, if need be, he was ready to die for the principles out of which had come to him a new life, and which had brought to his heart experiences so rich and so over- AN EPWORTH JEW. whelming in happiness, that he was led to do and undertake what he knew would lead at the last to a martyr's death and crown. Why Hear him: 'For the love of Christ constrain- eth us.' There was a testimony service following the sermon. As David watched the hundreds ris- ing to declare their faith, he wondered why they should thus voluntarily come forward as wit- nesses. Then the text seemed to repeat itself in answer, "For the love of Christ constrain- eth us!" He dreamed of Lessing and Paul all night. He was glad when the conference was at an end; when the decorations were taken down from the streets, and the last car-load of irre- pressible enthusiasts went singing out of the city. Albert Herrick went to the seashore that week. David proposed taking Marta home with him; but her objections were so heartily re- enforced by the whole family that he quietly dropped the subject, and went back to Rabbi Barthold alone. 85 CHAPTER V. " TRUST." "Alas! we can not draw habitual breath in the thin air of life's supremer heights. We can not make each meal a sacrament."-Lowell. T had seemed to Bethany, in the experience of that sunrise on Look- (Jilt Mountain, she could never feel despondent again; but away from the uplifting influences of the place, back among the painful memories of the old onome, she fought as hard a fight with her returning doubts as ever Christian did in his Valley of Humiliation. For a week since her return the weather had been intensely warm. It made Jack irri- talble, and sapped her own strength. There came a day when everything went wrong. She had practiced her shorthand exer- eises all morning, until her head ached almost hee- yond endurance. The grocer presented a bill much larger than she had expected. While he 86 TRUST. was receipting it, a boy came to collect for the gas, and there were only two dimes left in her purse. Then Jack upset a little cut-glass vase that was standing on the table beside him. It was broken beyond repair, and the water ruined the handsome binding of a borrowed book that would have to be replaced. About noon Dr. Trent called to see Jack. He had brought a new kind of brace that he wanted tried. "It will lielp him amazingly," he said, "but it is very expensive." Bethany's heart sank. She thought of the pipes that had sprung a leak that morning, of the broken pump, and the empty flour-barrel. She could not see where all the money they needed was to come from. "It 's too snmall," said the doctor, after a careful trial of the brace. "The size larger will be just the thing. I will bring it in the morning." He wiped his forehead wearily as he stopped on the threshold. "A storm must be brewing," he remarked. "It is so oplpressivelv sultry." It was not many hours before his predic- 87 88 IN- LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. tion was verified by a sudden windstorm that came up with terrific force. The trees in the avenue were lashed violently back and forth until they almost swept the earth. Huge limbs were twisted completely off, and many were left broken and hanging. It was followed by hail and a sudden change of temperature, that suggested winter. The roses were all beaten off the bushes, their pink petals scattered over the soaked grass. The porch was covered with broken twigs and wet leaves. As night dropped down, the trees bordering the avenue waved their green, dripping boughs shiveringly towards the house. "How can it be so cold and dreary in July" inquired Jack. "Let 's have a fire in the library and eat supper there to-night." Bethany shivered. It had been the judge's favorite room in the winter, on account of its large fireplace, with its queer, old-fashioned tiling. She rarely went in there except to dust the books or throw herself in the big arm-chair to cry over the perplexities that he had always shielded her from so carefully. But Jack in- sisted, and presently the flames went leaping up the throat of the wide chimney, filling the room TRUST. with comfort and the cheer of genial coin- panionship. "Look!" cried Jack, pointing through the window to the bright reflection of the fire in the garden outside. "Don't you rememiber what you read me in 'Snowbound' ' Under the tree, When fire outdoors burns merrily, There the witches are making tea.' This would be a fine night for witch stories. The wind makes such queer noises in the clim- ney. Let 's tell 'emn after supper, all the awful ones we can think of, 'specially the Salem ones." As usual, Jack's wishes prevailed. After- ward, when Bethany had tucked him snugly in bed, and was sitting alone by the fire, listening to the queer noises in the chimney, she wvished they had not dwvelt so long on such a grewsoine subject. She leaned back in her father's great arm-chair, 'with her little slippered feet on the brass fender, and her soft hair pressed against the velvet cushions. Her white hands were clasped loosely in her lap; small, helpless look- ing hands, little fitted to cope with the burdens and responsibilities laid upon her. 89 90 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. The judge had never even permitted her to open a door for herself 'when he had been near enough to do it for her. But his love had made him short-sighted. In shielding her so carefully, he did not see that he was only making her more keenly sensitive to later troubles that must come when he was no longer with her. Every one was surprised at the course she determined upon. "I supposed, of course," said Mrs. Marion, "that you would try to teach drawing or water- colors, or something. You have spent so much time on your art studies, and so thoroughly en- joy that kind of work. Then those little dinner- cards, and german favors you do, are so beau- tiful. I am sure you have any number of friends who would be glad to give you orders." "No, Cousin Ray," answered Bethany de- cidedly; "I must have something that brings in a settled income, something that can be de- pended on. While I have painted some very acceptable things, I never was cut out for a teacher. I 'd rather not attempt anything in which I can never be more than third-rate. I 'ye decided to study stenography. I am sure I can master that, and command a first-class TRUST. position. I have heard papa complain a great many times of the difficulty in obtaining a really good stenographer. Of the hundreds who at- tempt the work, such a small per cent are really proficient enough to undertake court reporting." "You 're just like your father," said Airs. Marion. "Uncle Richard would never be any- thing if he could n't be uppermost." It had been nearly a year since that conver- sation. Bethany had persevered in her untder- taking until she felt confident that she had ac- complished her purpose. She was ready for any position that offered, but there seemed to be no vacancies anywhere. T'lhe little sum in the bank was dwindling away with frightful rapidity. She was afraid to encroach on it any further, but the bills had to be met constantly. Presently she drew her chair over to the library table, and spread out her check-book and memoranda under the student-lamp, to look over the accounts for the month just en(led. Then she made a list of the probable expenses of the next two months. The contrast between their needs and their means was appalling. "It will take every cent!" she exclaimed, in a distressed whisper. "When the first of Sep- 91 92 IN LEAGUE: WITH ISRAEL. tenber comes, there will be nothing left but to sell the old home and go away somewhere to a strange place." The prospect of leaving the dear old place, that had grown to seem almost like a human friend, was the last drop that made the day's cup of misery overflow. The old doubt came back. "I wonder if God really cares for us in a temporal waav" she asked herself. The frightful tales of witchcraft that Jack had been so interested in, recurred to her. Many of the people who had been so fearfully tor- tured and persecuted as xvitches were Chris- tians. God had not interfered in their behalf, she told herself. Why should he trouble him- self about her She went back to her seat by the fender, and, with her chin resting in her hand, looked drearily into the embers, as if they could an- swer the question. She heard some one come up on the porch and ring the bell. It was Dr. rrent's quick, imperative summons. "Jack in bed" he asked, in his brisk way, as she ushered him into the library. "Well, it makes no difference; you know how to adjust TRUST. the brace anyway. lie will be able to sit up all day with that on." lie gave an appreciative glance around the cheerful room, and spread his hands out towards the fire. "Ali, that looks comfortable!" lie exclaimed, rubbing theem together. "1 wish I could stay anrd enjoy it with you. I have just come in fromii a long drive, and must answer another call away out in the country. You 'd be surprised to find( howv (alnl) anid chilly it is out to-night." "I venture you never stoppe(l at the 1)oar(ling-hollse at all," answered B3ethany, "and that von hlave not hia(l a noutliful to eat sinve m0o(n. I amn going to get you so)lmetlliIlg. Yes, 1 shall," she insisted, in spite of his protesta- tions. Luckily, Jack wanted the kettle hung on the crane to-night, so that lie could hear it sing as lie use(d to. "T'lhe water is boiling, and you sha11 have a cup of chocolate in no time." Before lie could answver, she was out of the room, and beyond the reaeh of his remonstrance. He sank into a big chair, and laying his gray head hack on the cushions, wearily closed his eves. He was almost asleep when Bethany came back. 93 94 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "The fire made me drowsy," lie said, apol- ogetically. "I was quite exhausted by the in- teuse heat of this morning. These sudden changes of temperature are bad for one." "WVhy, my child !" lie exclaimed, seeing the heavy tray she carried, "you have brought me a regular feast. You ought not to have put y ourself to such trouble for an old codger used to boarding-house fare." "All the more reason whv you should have a change once in a while," said Bethany, gayly, as she filled the dainty ehoeolate-pot. The sight of the doetor's face as she entered the room had alnost brought the tears. It loo-ked so worn and haggard. She had not no- tieed before how white his hair was growing, or how deeply his face was lined. Hle had been sueh an intimate friend of her father's that she had grown up with the feeling that some strong link of kinship certainly ex- iste d between them. She had called him "Uncle Doctor" until she was nearly grown. He had been so thoughtful and kind during all her troubles, and especially in Jack's illness, that she longed to show her appreciation lcy some of TRUST. the tender little ministrations of which his life was so sadly bare. "This is what I call solid comfort," he re- miiarked, as lie stretehled his feet towards the fire anrd leisurely sipped his chocolate. "I (lid n't realize I was so tired until I sat down, or so Iliuligry until I began to eat." Then he added, wistfully, "Or how I iniss my own fire- sile uintil I feel the cheer of others'." The doubts that had been making Bethany miserable all evening, and that she had forgotten in her efforts to serve her old friend, came back with renewed force. "Does (C'od really care" she asked herself again. Here was this inan, one of the 1best she hladl ever known, left to stumble alonig under the weight of a liviing sorrow, the things- lie cared for most, (lenied him. "Baxter Trent is one of time world's heroes," she lla(l heard her father say. Trhere were two things lie held dearer thia life-the honor of the old family iname that hadl coie (lowln to him liIsp)4)tted through genera- tions, antid bis little bomne-loving wife. For fif- teen years lie had exp)elielnce(l as mli (if tihe g9_ 96 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. happiness of home-life as a physician with a large practice can know. Then word came to him from another city that his only brother had killed a man in a drunken brawl, and then taken his own life, leaving nothing but the memory of a wild career and a heavy debt. He had borrowed a large amount from an unsus- pecting old aunt, and left her almost penniless. When Dr. Trent recovered from the first shock of the discovery, he quietly set to work to wipe ouit the disgraeeful record as far as lay in his power, by assumning the debt. Ile could era(lieate at least that much of the stain on the family name. It had taken years to do it. Beth- any was not sure that it was yet accomplished, for another trial, worse than the first, had come to weaken his strength and dispel his eourage. The idlolized little wife became affected by some nervous malady that resulted in hopeless insanity. Bethany had a dim recollection of the doc- tor's daughter, a little brown-eyed child of her own age. She could remember playing hide-and- seek with her one day in an old peony-garden. But she had (lied years ago. There was only one other child-Tee. He had grown to be a big boy of ten now, but he was too young to feel his inother's loss at the time she was taken awav. Betlhany knewv that she was still living in a pri- vate asylum near towvn, and that the doctor saw her every day, no matter how violent she was. Lee was tire one bright spot left in. his life. Busy niglht and (lay 'with his patients, lie saw very little of the l)oy. The child had inever known any lionie but a l)oarding-lbouse, anrd Nvas as lawvless an(d unrestrained as soine little wild animal. Birt tle d(octor sawv no fault in 1iim. lie praised the rep)orts broirght romie froni sclcool of high per cents in his stIudies, knowing nothing of his open (lefiance to antirority. lie kissed the inruocerrt-lookirrg face on the pillowv next his own whren. lie camie iii late at night, never drearnimrg of the forbidden places it had been durimig time (lay. Everybody said, "Poor Baxter Trent! It 's a pity that Lee is surchn a little terror;" but no one warned him. Perhaps lie would not have believed them if they had. The thougirt of all this moved Bethrany to suidden speech. "Uncle Doctor," she broke out impetil- onsly-she had unconsciously used the old name-as she sat (lown on a low stool near his 7 TRUST. 97 98 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. knee, "I was piling up my troubles to-night before you caine. Not the old ones," she added, quickly, as she saw an expression of sympathy cross his face, "but the new ones that confront me." She gave a mournful little smile. " 'Corning events cast their shadow before,' you know, and these shadows look so dark and threatening. I see no possible way but to sell this home. You have had so much to bear your- self that it seems mean to worry you with my troubles; but I do n't know what to do, and I do n't know what 's the matter with me-" She stopped abruptly, and choked back a sob. Ile laid his hand softly on her shining hair. "Tell me all about it, child," he said, in a soothing tone. Then he added, lightly, "I can't make a diagnosis of the case until I knowv all the symptoms." When he had heard her little outburst of worry and distrust, lie said, slowly: "You have done all in your power to prepare yourself for a position as stenographer. You have done all you could to secure such a posi- tion, and have been unsuccessful. But you still TRUST. have a roof over your head, you still have enough on hands to keep you two months longer with- otit selling the house or even repting it-an ar- ranlugement that has not seemed to occur to you." lie smiled down into her disconsolate face. "It strikes me that a certain little lass I know has been praying, 'Give us this day our to-morrow's bread.' 0 Bethany, child, can you never learn to trust" "But is n't it right for me to be anxious about providing some wvay to keep the house" she cried. "Is n't it right to plan and pray for the future You can 't realize how it wouhl hurt me to give up this place." "I think I can," he answered, gently. "You forget I have been called on to make just sucl, a sacrifice. You can do it, too, if it is what the All-wise Father sees is best for you. Folks may not think me much of a Christian. They rarely see me in Church-my profession does not al- low it. I am not demonstrative. It is hard for me to speak of these sacred things, unless it is when I see some poor soul about to slip into eternity; but I thank the good Father I know how to trust. No matter how lie has hurt me, I have been able to hang on to his promises, 99 100 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. and say, 'All right, Lord. The case is entirely in your hands. Amputate, if it is necessary; cut to the very heart, if you will. You know what is best.' Ile pushed the long tray of dishes farther on the table, and, rising suddenly, walked over to the book-shelves nearest the chimney. After several moments' close scrutiny, lie took out a well-worn 1)ook. "Ali, I thought it was here," lie remarked. "I want to rea(l you a passage that caught my eyes in here once. I remember showing it to your father." le turned the pages rapidly till lie found the place. Then seating himself by the lamp again, he began to read: "It came to my Iinill a week or two ago, so full an' sweet an' previous that I can hardly think of anything else. It was (luring thmemi cold, northeast winds; these winds had made mny cough very bad, an' I was shook all to bits, and felt very ill. My wife was sitting by my side, an' once, when I had a sharp fit of it, she put (ldovn her work, an' looked at me till her eyes filled with tears, an' she says, 'Frankie, Frankie, whatever will become of us when you be gone' TRUST. She was making a warm little petticoat for the little maid; so, after a minute or two, I took hold of it, an' says, 'What are 'ee making, my dear' She held it up without a word; her heart was too full to speak. 'For the little maid' I says. 'An' a nice, warm thing, too. How comfortable it will keep her! Does she know about it yet' " 'Know about it Why, of course not,' said the wife, wondering. 'What should she know about it for' "I waited another minute, an' then I said: 'What a wonderful mother you must be, wifie, to think about the little ziiaid like that!' " 'Wonderful, Frankie Why, it -vouldl be more like wonderful if 1 forgot that the cold weather was a-coining, and that the little maid would be a-wanting something varm.' "So, then, you see, I had got her, my friends, and Frankie smiled. 'O wife, says I, 'do you think that you be going to take care o' the little iaild like that an' your Father in heaven be a-going to forget you altogether Come now (bless him!), is n't lbe as much to be trusted as you are! An' do voin think that he 'd see the winter coming lip sharp and cold, an' not have something waiting for you, an' just what you 101 1 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. want, too An' I know, dear wifie, that you would n't like to hear the little maid go a-fret- ting, and saying: There the cold winter be a-coming, an' whatever shall I do if my mother should forget me" Why, you 'd be hurt an' grieved that she should doubt you like that. She knows that you care for her, an' what more does she need to know That 's enough to keep her from fretting about anything. "Your heav- enly Father knoweth that you have need of all these things." That be put down in his book for you, wifie, and on purpose for you.; all' you grieve an' hurt him when you go to fretting about the future, anl' doubting his love.' " Dr. Trent closed the book, and looked into his listener's thoughtfil eyes. "There, Bethany," lie said, "is the lesson I have learned. Nothing is withheld that we really need. Sometimes I have thought that I was tried beyond my powver of endurance, but when His hand has fallen the heaviest, His in- finite fatherliness has seeined Imiost near; and often, when I least expected it, some great bless- ing has surprised me. T have learned, after a long time, that when we put ourselves unre- 102 TRUST. servedly in His hands, he is far kinder to us than we would be to ourselves. 'Always hath the daylight broken, Always hath he comfort spoken, Better bath he been for years Than my fears.' 1 can say froii the bottom of my heart, Beth- ally, Though he slay me, yet wvill I trust him." The tears had gathered in Bethany's eyes as she listened. Now she hastily brushed them aside. The face that she turned toward her old friend reminded him of a snowdrop that had caught a gleam of sunshine in the midst of an April shower. "You have brushed away my last doubt and foreboding, Uncle Doctor!" she exclaimed. "Really, I have been entertaining an angel un- awares." The old clock in the hall sounded the half- hour chime, and he rose to go. "You have beguiled me into staying much longer than I intended," he answered. "What will my poor patients in the country think of such a long delay" "Tell them you have been opening blind 103 104 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. eyes," she said, gravely. "Indeed, Uncle Doc- tor, the knowledge that, despite all you have suffered, you can still trust so implicitly, strengthens my faith more than you can im- agine." At the hall door lie turned and took both her hands in his: "There is another thing to remember," he said. "You are only called on to live one day at a time. One can endure almost any ache until sundown, or bear up under almost any load if the goal is in sight. Travel only to the mile- post you can see, my little maid. Do n't worry about the ones that mark the to-morrows." CHAPTER VI. TWO TURNINGS IN BETHANY'S LANE. "Sunshine and hope are comrades." HE early morning light streauting into Bethany's room, aroused lier to a vague consciousness of having been in a stornm the night before. Then she reinenibered thle garden roses beaten to earth by the hail, and the flood of doubt alit1 pcr)plex- ity that had swxlept through lier heart with such overwlhelhnixiig force. Thbe same old probleitis confronted tier; bitt they did not assume such gigantic proportions in the light of this new day, with its infinite possibilities. All the tinme she was dressing she heard Jack Sillgillg lustily ill thle lleXt room. lie was imnpatient to try the uew brace, and 1aused be- tween solos to exhort her to greater haste. Sthe knelt just an instant br the low wvindow-seat. The prayer she made was one of the shortest she had ever uttered, and one of the most heart- 105 106 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. felt: "Give me this day my daily bread." That was all; yet it included everything-strength, courage, temporal hell), disappointments or bless- ings-anything the dear Father saw she needed in her spiritual growfth. When she arose from her knees, it was with a feeling of perfect se- eurity and peace. ANo matter wvhat the day might bring forth, she would take it trustingly, and be thankful. About an hour after breakfast she wheeled Jack to a front window. It was growing very wvarm again. "It does n't hurt me at all to sit up with this brace on," lie said. "If you like, I '11 help you practice, while I watch people go by on the street." lie had often helped her gain steno- graphic speed by dictating rapid sentences. le read too slowly to be of any service that way, but he knew yards of nursery rhymes that he could repeat with amazing rapidity. "I know there is n't a lawyer living that can make a speech as fast as I c an say the piece about 'Who killed Cock Robin,' " lie remarked( when he first proposed such dictation; "and I can say the 'Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers' verse fast enough to make you dizzy." Two TURNINGS IN BERTHANY'S LANE. 107 Bethany's pencil was flying as rapidly as the boy's tongue, when they heard a cheery voice in the hall. "It 's Cousin Ray!" cried Jack. "I have felt all morning that something nice was going to happen, and now it has." Ihen lie called out in a tragic tone, " 'By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way conies.' " "You saucy boy!" laughed Mrs. Alarion, as she appeared in the doorway. "I think lie is de- cidedly better, Bethany; you. need not worry about hini any longer." She stooped to kiss his forehead, and drop a great yellow pear in his lap. "No; I have n't time to stay," she said, when Bethany insisted on taking her hat. "I ani to entertain the Missionary Society this afternoon, and Dr. Bascom has given mne an unusually long list of the 'sick and in prison' kind to look after this month. It gives me an 'all out of breath' sensation every time I think of all that ought to be attended to." She dropped into a chair near a window, and picked up a fan. "You never could guess my errand," she began, hesitatingly,. IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "I know it is something nice," said Jack, "from the way your eyes shine." "I think it is fine," she answered; "l)ut I do n't know how it will impress Bethany." She plunged into the subject abruptly. "The Courtney sisters want to come here to live." "The Courtney sisters!" echoed Bethany, 1)lankly. "To live! In our house 0 Cousin Ray! I have realized for some time that we might have to give tup the dear old place; but I did hope that it need not be to strangers." "Why, they are not strangers, Betlhany. They wvent to school with your I(other for years and years. You have heard of Harry and Carrie Morse, I am sure." "0 yes," answered Bethany, quickly. "They were the twins who used to do such out- landish things at Forest Seminary. I rememn- ber, mamma used to speak of them very often. But I thought you said it w as the Courtney sisters who wanted the house." "I did. They married brothers, Joe anmd Ralph Courtney, who wvere both killed in the late war. They have been widows for over 108 Two TURNINGS IN BETHANY'S LANE. 109 thirty years, you see. They are jtit tlhe dearest old souls! They have been away so many, ii any years, of course yon ean't relniell- her tlieni. I did not know thev were iii the eitv until last night. But just as soon as 1 heard that they had come to stay, and wanted to go to housekeeping, I thought of you immediately. I could n't wvait for the storm to stop. I went over to see them in all that rain." "Well," prompted Bethany, breathlessly, as Mrs. Marion p)aused. She gave a (q11ick glance aroundl the roon. She felt sick and faint, now that the plrospect if leaving stare(l her in the face. Yet slhe felt that, since it had been unsolicited, there must be souietimiit- l)pro'ie('letial inl the sen(lillg of such anti o)porttuInity. "O, they 'will lie only too gla( to come," resumed MAhrs. Marion, "if you are williiig. r'Ihey remnenkblered the arratigenient of the house per- fectly, and we planned it all out beautifully . Simice rack's alcci(lent von sleep down-stairs any- how. You could keep the library an(d the two smaller rooms back of it, an(I may be a couple of roomis up-stairs. They would take the rest IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. of the house, and board you and Jack for the rent. Your bread and butter wvould be assured in that way. They are model housekeepers, an[d such a comfortable sort of bodies to have around, that I could n't possibly think of a nicer arrangement. Then you could devote your time and strength to something more profitable than taking care of this big house." "O, Cousin Ray!" was all the happy girl eould gasp. Her voice faltered from sheer glad- ness. "You can't imagine what a load you have lifted from me. I love every inch of this place, every stone in its old gray walls. I could n't bear to think of giving it up. And, just to think! last night, at the very time I was most despondent, the problem was being solved. I (an never thank you enough." "The idea!" exclaimed Mrs. Marion, as she rose to go. "No thanks are due me, child. Amd AMiss Caroline and Miss Harriet, as everybody still calls them, are just as anxious for such ain arrangement as you can possibly be. They 'II be over to see you to-morrow, for they are quite anxious to get settled. They have roamed about the world so long they begin to feel that 'there 'a no place like homlie.' Jaek, they 've been in 110 Two TURNINGS IN BETHANY'S LANE. 111 China and Africa and the South Sea Islands. Thlink of the charming tales ill store for you!" "Goodness, Bethany!" exclaimed Jack, when .she caine back into the room after walking to the gate with MIrs. AMarion. "Your face shines as if there was a light inside of you." "O, there is, Jackie boy," she answered, giving him an ecstatic hug. "I am so very happy! It seems too good to be true." "Cousin Ray is awful good to us," remarked the boy, thoughtfully. "Seems to me she is alvays busy doing something for somebody. She nlever has a minute for herself. I remem- ber, when I used to go up there, people kept coming all day long, and every one of theii wvanted something. Why do you suppose they all went to her Did she tell them tliey might" "Jack, do you remember the plant you had in your window last winter" she replied. "No inatter how mimany times I turned the jar that held it, the flower always turned around again towards the sun. People are the same way, dear. Thiey unconsciouslv spread out their leaves towards those wh'Io have help and comfort to give. They feel they are welcome, with- out asking." IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "She nmakes ine think of that verse in 'Mother Goose,' " said Jack. " 'Sugar and spice and everything nice.' i)oes n't she you, sister" ''No," said Bethany, 'with. an amnused smile. "Lowell has (lescril ed her: 'So circled lives she with love's holy light, That from the shade of self she walketlh free."' " I do n't 'zactly understand," said Jack, with a puzzled expression. She explained it, and lie repeated it over and over, until lie had it firmly fixed in his Imind. 'Then they went back to the dictation exer- cises. It was almost dark when they had an- other caller. AMr. Marion stopped at the door onl his wvay home to dinner. "I have good news for you, Bethany," lie said, with his faee aglow wvith eager sympathy. "1Did 1Ray tell ylou" "About the house" shle said. "Yes. I 've been on a mountain-top all (lay lbecalise of it." "0, I (lo n't niean that!" lie exclaimed, hastily. "It 's better than that. I -mean albout Porter & Edmunrds." "I do n't see how anything could be better than the news she brought," said Bethany. "WC'ell, it is. Mir. Porter asked me to see 112 TWO TURNINGS IN BETHANv's LANE. 113 their new law-office to-daY. They have just mioved into the Clifton Block. They have an elegant place. As 1 looked around, making mental notes of all the fine furnishings, I thought of you, and vished you had such a po- sit;onI. I asked him if lie needed a stenographer. It wvas a randoin shot, for I had no idea they (lid. The young inan they have has been there so long, I considered hlini a fixtnre. To my surprise lhe t(Jld lme the fellow is going into bus- iness for hiniself, and the place will be open next week. I told himii I could fill it for him to his supreme satisfaction. lie promised to give oll the refusal of it until to-flnoIrow noon. I leave to-night on a busitiess-tril), or I would take von over aiid introduce You.'' "O, thank you, Cousin Frminik !" she ex- claimed. "I know iMr. Ednmuids ver wvell. Ile was a Avarmil friend of papa's." Then sihe added, impulsively: "Yesterdav I thouhlit I had come to such a dlark place that I could n't see nm hand before my face. I was just so blue and discollragedl I was ready to give up, and now the way has growvn so plain and easv, all at once, I feel that I miust be living in a dream." 8 114 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRARL. "Bless your brave little soul!" he exclaimed, holding out his hand. "Why did n't you come to me with your troubles Remember 1 amn al- ways glad to smooth the way for you, just as much as lies in my power." When he had gone, Bethany crept away into the quiet twilight of the library, and, kneeling be- fore the big arm-chair, laid her head in its cush- ioned seat. "0 Father," she whispered, "I am so ashamed of myself to think I ever doubted thee for one single moment. Forgive me, please, antl help me through every hour of every day to trust unfalteringly in thy great love and goodness." CHAPTER VII. JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER, STENOGRAPHER. HERE was so much to be done next morning, setting the rooms all in or- !:. W der for the critical inspection of -Miss Caroline and Aliss Harriet, that Beth- aniy had little tine to think of the dreaded in- terview with Porter &C- Edmnunds. She wheeled Jack out into the shady, vine- covered piazza, and brought him a pile of things for him to amiuse himself with in her absence. "Ring your bell for Mena if you need any- thing else," she said. "I will be back before the sun gets around to this side of the Louse, maybe in less than an hour." He caught at her dress with a detaining grasp, and a troubled look came over his face. "O sister! I just thought of it. If you do get that place, will I have to stay here all day by myself" "O -no," she answered. "Mena can wheel 115 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. you around the garden, and vNait on you; and I will think of all sorts of things to keep youl busy. Then the ol( ladies will be here, and I am sure they will be kind to you. I 'II lie botije at noon, and we 'II have lovely long evenings to- gether." "BIlut if those people come, Mena will have so mueh more to (lo, she '11 never have any time to wheel me. (Could n't you take me with you" lie asked, vistfully. "I would n't be a lit of bother. ! 'd take my books and study, or look out of the wvindow all the time, and keep just as quiet! Please ask 'em if I can't come too, sister!" It was hard to resist the pleading tone. "Maybe they 'II not want me," answered IBethany. "I 'II have to settle that matter be- fore making any promises. But never mind, dear, we '11 arrange it in some way." It was a warm July morning. As Betbanv walked slowly towvard the business portion of the towvn, several groups of girls passed her, evidently on their way to work, from the few 'words she overheard in passing. Most of them looked tired and languid, as if the daily routine of such a treadmill existence was slowly drain- 116 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. ing their vitality. Two or three had a pert, bold air, that their contact with business life had given them. One was chewving gum and re- peating in a loud voice some conversation she had had with her "boss." Bethany's heart sank as she suddenly real- ized that she was about to join the great work- ing-class of which this ill-bred girl was a mem- ber. Not that she had any of the false pride that pushes a woman who is an independent wage-winner to a lower social scale than one whom circumstances have happily hedged about -vith home walls; but she had recalled at that moment some of her acquaintances who would do just such a thing. In their short-sighted, self-assumed superiority, they could make no discrimination between the girl at the cigar- stand, who flirted with her customer, and the girl in the school-room, who taught her pupils more from her inherent refinement and gentle- ness than from their text-books. She had remembered that Belle Ronmney had said to her one day, as they drove past a great factory where the girls were swvarmingM fmit at noon: "Do you know, Bethany dear, I would rather lie dowvn and die than have to 11I7 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. work in such a place. You can't imagine what a horror 1 have of being obliged to work for a living, no matter in what way. I would feel utterly disgraced to come down to such a thing; but I suppose these poor creatures are so accus- tomned to it they never mind it." Bethany's eyes blazed. She knew Belle Romney's position was due entirely to the tol- erance of a distant relative. She longed to an- swer vehemently: "Well, I would starve before I would deliberately sit down to be a willing de- pendent on the charity of my friends. It 's only a species of genteel pauperism, and xlone the less despicable because of the purple and fine linen it flaunts in." She had not made the speech, however. Belle leaned back in the carriage, and folded her daintily-gloved bands, as they passed the fac- tory-girls, with an air of complacency that amused Bethany then. It nettled her now to remember it. She turned into the street where the Clif- ton Block stood, an imposing building, whose first two floors were occupied by lawyers' offices. Porter & Edmunds were on the second floor. The elevator-boy showed her the room. The 118 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. door stood open, exposing an inviting interior, for the walls were lined with books, and the rugs and massive furniture bespoke taste as well as wealth. An elderly gentleman, with his heels on the window-sill and his back to the door, was vig- orously smoking. Ile was waiting for a back- woods client, who had an early engagement. his feet came to the floor with sudden force, and his cigar was tossed hastily out of the win- dow when he heard Bethany's voice saying, timidly, "AMay I come in, Mr. Edmunds" He came forward wvith old-school gallantry. It was not often his office was brightened by such a visitor. "Why, it is Miss Hallamn!" he exclaimed, in surprise, secretly wondering what had brought her to his office. lHe had met her often in her father's house, and had seen her the center of many an admir- ing group at parties and receptions. She had alvays impressed hini as having the air of one who had been surrouinded by only the most re- fined influences of life. He thought her un- usually charming this morning, all in black, 119 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. with such a tinid, almost childish expression in her big, gray eyes. "Take this seat by the window, Mfiss Hal- lam," he said, cordially. "I hope this cigar smoke does not annoy you. I had no idea I should have the honor of entertaining a lady, or I should not have indulged." "Did n't Mr. Marion tell you I was coming this morning" asked Bethany, in some em- barrassment. "No, not a word. I believe he said some- thing to Mr. Porter about a typewriter-girl that wants a place, but I am sure he never men- tioned that you intended doing us the honor of calling." Bethany smiled faintly. "I am the typewriter-girl that wants the place," she answered. "You !" ejaculated Mr. Edmunds, standing up in his surprise, and beginning to stutter as be always did when much excited. "You' w'v- w'y-w'y, you do n't say so!" he finally managed to blurt out. "What is it that is so astonishing" asked Bethany, beginning to be amused. "Do you think it is presumptuous in me to aspire to such 120 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. a position I assure you I have a very fair sp)eed." "No," answered Mr. Edmunds, "it's not that; but I never any more thought of your going out in the world to make a living than a-a-a pet canary," he added, in confusion. He seated himself again, and began tapping on the table with a paper-knife. "Can't you paint, or give music lessons, or teach French" he asked, half impatiently. "A girl brought up as you have been has no busi- ness jostling up against the world, especially the part of a world one sees in the court-room." Bethany looked at him gravely. "Yes," she answered, "I can do all those things after a fashion, but none of them wvell enough to measure up to my standard of pro- ficiency, which is a high one. I do understand stenography, and I am confident I can do thor- ough, first-class work. I think, too, MIr. Ed- munds, that it is a mistaken idea that the girl who has had the most sheltered home-life is the one least fitted to go into such places. Papa uised to say we are like the planets; we carry our owvn atmosphere with us. I am sure one may carry the same personality into a reporter's 121 122 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. stand that she would into a drawing-room. We need not necessarily change with our surround- ings." As she spoke, a slight tinge of pink flushed her cheeks, and she unconsciously raised her chin a trifle haughtily. Mr. Edniunds looked at her admiringly, and then made a gallant bow. "I am. sure, M1iss Iltallam vwould grace any position she might choose to fill," lie said courteously. "Then you will let me try," she asked, eagerly. She slipped off her glove, and took pencil and paper from the table. "If you will only test my speed, maybe you can make a de- cision sooner." He dictated several pages, which she wrote to his entire satisfaction. "You are not half as rapid as Jack," she said, laughingly; and then she told him of the prac- tice she had had writing nursery rhymes. He seemed so interested that she went on to tell him more about the child, and his great desire to lie in the office with her. "I told him I would ask you," she said, finally; "but that it wvas a very unusual thing JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. to do, and that I doubted very much if any business firm would allow it." He saw how hard it had been for her to prefer such a request, and smiled reassuringly. "It would be a very small thing for me to do for Richard Hallam's boy," he said. "Tell the little fellow to come, and welcome. He need not be ill any one's way. We have three rooms in this suite, and you will occupy the one at the far end." It was hard for Bethany to keep back the tears. "I can never thank you enough, Mr. Ed- muinds," she said. "The legacy papa thought lie had secured to us was swept away, but he has left us one thing that more than compen- sates-the heritage of his friendships. I have been finding out lately what a great thing it is to be rich in friends." Bethany went home jubilant. "Now if my twin tenants turn out to be half as nice," she thought, "this will be a very satisfactory day." She tried to picture them, as she valked rapidly on, wondering vwhether they wvould be prim and dignified, or nervous and fussy. Mrs. 123 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Marion had said they were fine housekeepers. That might mean they were exacting and hard to please. "What 's the use of borrowing trouble" she concluded, finally. "I '11 take Uncle Doc- tor's advice, and not try to count to-morrow's milestones." She found them sitting on the side piazza, being abundantly entertained by Jack. "Sister!" lie called, excitedly, as she came up the steps to meet them; "this one is Aunt Harry-that 's what she told me to call her- and the other one is Aunt Carrie; and they 've both been around the world together, and both ridden on elephants." There was a general laugh at the uncere- monious introduction. Miss Caroline took Bethany's hands ini her own little plump ones, and stood on tiptoe to give her a hearty kiss. Miss Harriet did the same, holding her a moment longer to look it her with fond scrutiny. "Such a striking resemblance to your dear mother," she said. "Sister and I Ilope(l you would look like her." "They are homnely little bodies, and dread- 124 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. fully old-fashioned," was Betliany's first iu- pressioti, as she looked at thein ini their plain dresses of Quaker gray. "But their voices are so inusical, and they have such. good, inotherly faces, I believe they wvill prove to l)e real rest- ful kind of people." "Sister and I have been such birds of pas- sage, that it wvill seem good to settle down, in a real lhome-nest for a while," said Aliss Harriet, as they were going over the house together. "When, one has lived in a trunk for a decade, one appreciates big, roomy closets and wvardrobees like these." rhey wvent all over the place, fronm garret to cellar, and sat down, to rest beside an open window, where a climbing rose shook its fra- grance in wvitlh every passing breeze. 'Mrs. INarion thought you might not be ready for uls lefore next week," sighed iliss (Caroline; "but these cool, airy roomns do telnj)t nie so. I wish we could comne this very after- noon." She smiled insinuatingly at Bethany. "We have nothing to move hut ouir trunks." "Well, why not " answered Bethany. "I slhall be glad to surren(ler the reins any time von want to assumne the responsibility." 125 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "Then it's settled!" cried Miss Caroline, exultingly. "0, 1 'm so glad !" and, catching Miss Harriet around her capacious wvaist, she whirled her around the room, regardless of her protestations, until their spectacles slid down their noses, and they were out of breath. Bethany watched them in speechless amaze- ment. AMiss Caroline turned in time to catch her expression of alarm. "Did vou think we had lost our senses, dear" she asked. "We dlo not often forget ofr dignity so; but we have been so long like Noah's dove, with no rest for the sole of our foot, that the thought of having at last found an abiding-place is really overwhelming." "I wish you would n't always say 'we,"' remarked AMiss Harriet, with dignity. "I am very sure I have outgrown such ridiculous ex- hibitions of enthusiasm, and it is fully time that you had too." "0, come now, Harry," responded Miss Caroline, soothingly. "You 're just as glad as I am, and there 's no use in trying to hide our real selves from people we are going to live wvitb." 126 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. Then she turned to Bethany with an apolo- getic air. "Sister thinks l)ecause wve have arrived at a certain date on our calendlar, we must con- form to that late. But, try as hard as I can, I fail to feel any older sometimes than I used to at Forest Semninary, when we made midnight raids on the pantry, and had all sorts of larks. I suppose it does look ridiculous, and I 'm sorry; but I can't grow old gracefully, so long as I ani just as ready to effervesce as I ever was." B3ethany was amnused at the half-reproach- fiil, half-indulgent look that Miss Harriet be- stowed on her sister. "They '11 be a constant source of entertain- ment," she thought. "1 wonder how we ever happened to drift together ." Something of the last thought she expressed in a remark to the sisters as they went down stairs together. "Indeed, we did not drift!" exclaimed Miss Caroline, decidedly. "You needed us, and wve needed Vol], and the great Weaver crossed our life-threads for -some purpose of his own." By nightfall the sisters had taken their 127, IN LEAGUR WITH ISRAEL. places in the old house, as quietly and naturally as twin turtle-doves tuck their lieads inider their wings in the .shielter of a nest. 'Their presence in the houise gave Blethany sn('ll a care-free, restful feeling, an(d a sense of security that she lla(l not had since sue had been left at the head of affairs. After Jack had gone to be(l, she (lrew a rocking-chair (Jlt into the wvide hall, and sat (down to enjoy tfle ('(101 breeze that swept through it. Aliss Carolinle was down in the kitclhen, in- terviewing Mena about breakfast. hlow de- lightfiil it was to he freed froun all responsi- bility of the nieals and tlhe marketing! After the next week she would not have even the rooms to attentl to, for -Miss Caroline had en- gaged a stout maid to (1o the honsework, that Kethany's inexperienced han(ls had found so irksome. Up-stairs, Miss Harriet was stepping briskly around, unpaeking one of the trunks. Bethany eould hear her singing to herself in a thin, sweet voiee, full of old-fashioned quavers and turns. Some of the notes wvere mruffled as she disap- 128 JUDGE HALLAM'S DAUGHTER. 129 peared from time to time in the big closet, and solve came with jerky force as she tugged at a refractory bureau drawer. "Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head." 9 CHAPTER VIII. A KINDLING INTEREST. RANK Marion, on his way to the store one morning, stopped at the office w here Bethany had been installed just a week. "You will find me dropping in here quite often," he said to Mr. Edmunds, whom lie met coining out of the door. "Since that little cousin of mine is never to be found at home in tile day- tile any more, I shall have to call on him here. lIe is my right-hand man in Junior League work." "Who Jack " inquired Mr. Edmun(ds. "Ife 's the most original little piece I ever saw. Sorry I 'm called out just now, Frank. You 're always welcome, you know." Betliany was seated at her typewriter, so intent on her manuscript that she did not notice MIr. ]Iarion's entrance. Jack, in his chair by the wvindow, was working vigorously with slate and pencil at an arithmetic lesson. As Betbanv 180 A KINDLING INTEREST. paused to take the finished page from the ma- chine, Jack looked up and sawv Air. Marion's tall fornm in the doorway. "O, come in!" lie cried, joyfully. "I want vou to see how nice everything is here. We have the best times." Mr. Marion looked across at Bethany, and smiled at the child's delight. "Tell me about it," he said, drawing a chair up to the window, and entering into the boy's pleasure with that ready sympathy that was the secret of his success wvith all children. "Well, you see, Bethany wheels me onto the elevator, and tip we come. And it 's so nice an(l cool up here. She has n't been very busy yet. While she writes 1 get my lessons, or draw, or work puzzles. Then, when Mr. Edmunds anid Mr. Porter go off, and she has n't anything to (lo, I recite to her. Bult the best fun is grocery tales." "What 's 'grocery tales' " asked Mr. Ma- rion, with flattering interest. "Do you see that wholesale grocery-store across the street" asked Jack, "and all the things sitting around in front There 's almost everything you can think of, from a broom to 131 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. a banana. I choose the first thing I haj)1)eII to l)ook at, andl she tells me a story about it. If it 's a tea-clhest, that nmakes her think of a Chinese story; or if it's a bottleof olives,something about the knights and ladies of Spain. Yesterday it was a chicken-coop, and she told me about a lovely visit she had once on a farm. She says when we come to that coil of rope, it will re- mind her of a storm she was in on the Afed- iterranean; and the eoffee means a South Aiiaer- itwan story; and the watermelons a darkey story; and the l)roomls soumething she read once albout an old, blind brooni-imiaker. Then I have lots of fun watching people pass. So many teams stop at the watering-trough over there. I like to won(ler where everybody comes from, ana1 in- agine what their honmes are like. It is almost as good as reading alboit them in a book." "You are a very happy little fellow," said Mr. Marion, patting his cheek, approvingly. "I am glad you are getting strong so fast, so that you can go out into this big, discontented world of ours, and teach other people how to be happy. I 'ae brought you some more work to do. I want vou to look up all these references, and copy 132 A KINDLING INTEREST. them on separate slips of paper for our next meeting. By the way, Betliany," he said, as lie rose to go, "I had a letter from our Chat- tanooga Jew this morning. He is as much in earnest as ever. I wvish we could get our League interested in him and his mission." "It is a very unpopular movement, Cousin Frank," she ansxvered. "Think of the prejudices to overcome. IHoNv little the general member- ship of the Church know or care about the Jews! It seems almost impossible to combat such indifference. Carlyle says, 'Every noble work is at first impossible.' " "Ath, Bethmany,"' lie answere(l, "anmd Patl says: 'I can do all things through Christ who stremmgtheneth rme.' I ean't get away froum the feeling that God wants me to take some forward step in the matter. Every paper I pick up seems to call my attention to it in some way. All time time in my business I am l)rolIght in contact -with TJews wvho want to talk to me about niv reli-ion. 'lThiet introduce the suibject them- seIves. Ray and I have been reading G(raetz's history lately. I declare it 's a puizzle to nie howv any one can read an account of all the race en- 133 IN LIRACGUZ WITH ISRAEL. dured at the hands of the Christianity of the Middle Ages, arid not be more lenient toward them. Pharaoh's cruelties were not a tithe of wvhat was dealt out to them in the name of the gentle Nazarene. No wonder their children were taught to spit at the mention of such a iianae." "O, is that history as bad as 'Fox's Book of Martyrs'" asked Jack, eagerly. "We 've got that at home, with the awfullest black and yellow pictures in it of people being burned to (leatlh anrd tortured. I hope, if it is as inter- esting, sister wvill read it out loud." Bethany inmade suich a grinmace of renion- strance that AIr. Marion laughed. "I 'II send the books over to-morrow. You 'Il not care to read all five vol i nes, JIack; but Beth- any can select the parts that will interest you most." lJack's tenacious memory brought the sub- ject tlp again that evening at the table. "Aunt Harry," lie asked, abUriiatly, pausing in the act of helping lhii aself to sugtaa, "''do 011 like the Jews" "Why, no, child," she said, hesitatingly. "I can't say that I take any special interest in 134 A KINDLING INTEREST. them, o01e way or another. To tell the truth, I 've never known any personally." "Would you like to knowv more about them" lie asked, with childish persistence. " 'Cause Bethany 's going to read to me about them when Cousin Frank sends the books over, and you can listen if you like." "Anything that Bethany reads we shall be glad to hfear-," answered Miss Harriet. "At first sister and I thought wve voul(1 not intrude on you in. the evenings; but the library (loes look so inviting, and it is so dull for Ius to sit with. just our knitting-vork, since we have stoppe(l reading by lanmp-light, that we call Dot resist the temptation to go in whenever she be- gius to read alouid." '0, yotu 're homne-folks," said Jack. Bethany had excused herself b)efore this con- versation commenced, and was in the library, opening the mail Miss Caroline had forgotten to give her at noon. When the others joined her, she held uip a little ainiphlet she had jrist opene(l. "Look, ,lack! It is fromn Mr. Lessing, front Chattanooga. It is an article on 'What shall become of the Jewv' I suppose it is written by 135 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. one of them, at least his name would indicate it-Leo N. Levi. It will be interesting to look at that question from their standpoint." "Will I like it" asked Jack. "No, I think not," she answered, after a rapid glance through its pages. "We '11 have some more of the 'Bonnie Brier-Bush' to-night, and save this until you are asleep." Bethany read well, and excelled in Scotch dialect. When she laid down the book after the story of "A Doctor of the Old School," she saw a big tear splash down on Miss Harriet's knitting-work, and Miss Caroline was furtively wiping her spectacles. "Leave the door open," called Jack, wvhen lie had been tucked away for the night. "Then I can listen if it 's nice, or go to sleep if it 's dull." "Do you really care to hear this" asked Bethany, picking up the pamphlet. "Yes," said Miss Caroline, with several em- plhatic nods. "I '11 own I am very ignorant on the subject; and after something so highly en- tertaining as these sweet Scotch tales, it 's no more than right that we should take something improving." "O sister," called Jack's voice from the next 136 A KINDLING INTEREST. 137 room, "you never told them about Mr. Lessing, did you" "No," answered Bethany. "I never told them any of my Chattanooga experiences. Maybe it would be better to begin with them, and then you can understand howv I happened to become so interested in the Hebrewv people. The pamphlet can wait until another time." She tossed it back on the table, and settled berself comfortably in a big chair. "I 'll begin at the beginning," she said, "and tell you how I was persuaded into going, and how strangely events linked into each other." "Can't you just see it all" murmured Miss (Caroliie, as Bethany drew a graphic j)icture of the niountain outlook, the sunrise, and the crowded tent. When she came to Lessing's story, Miss Harriet dropped her work in her lap, and Miss Caroline leaned forward in her chair. "Dear! dear! It sounds like a chapter out of a romance!" exclaimed AMiss Caroline, when. Bec thany had finished. "That part albout the inotlher's curse and being buried in effigy makes ine think of the novels that wve used to smuggle into our rooms at school. I wish you could go 138 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEPL. on and give us the next chapter. It is intensely interesting." "Al, the next chapter," replied Bethany, sadly. "I thought of that at the time. What can it be but the daily repetition of commonplace events lie will simlly go on to the end in a routine of study and vork. Ile will preach to whatever audiences he can gather around him. Tlhat is all the world will see. The other part of it, the burden of loneliness laid upon him because of Jewish scorn, anmd ChUlristian distrust, thme soul-struggles, the spiritual victories, the silent heroism, will be unwritten and unap- plauded, )ecause urnseeni." "I do n't wonder yout are interested," said -Miss Harriet. "Would you. believe it, I do n't know the (lifference between an orthodox and a reform Jew I think I shall look it up to- morrov in the encyclopedia." She picked upl) the little l)almplhlet, and openIedl at ranidommi. "Here is a nmarked plaragwrarh," she said. 'The Jew is everywhere in evidence. lie sells vodki in Russia; lhe matches his cunning against Moslem and Greek in TurkeY; he fights for ex- istence and endures martyrdom in the Balkan A KINDLING INTmRRST. provinces; lie crowds the professions, the arts, the market-place, the bourse, and the army, in France, England, Austria, and Germany. He has invaded every calling in Aimerica, and every- where lie is seen; and, wvhat is more to the point, lie is felt. Ile runs through the entire length of history, as a thin but well-defined line, touched by the high lights of great events at almost every point.' " "Where did we leave off wvith him, sister" she asked, turning to Aliss Caroline. "Was n't it at the destruction of the teniiile, somnewhere in tlie neighborhood of 70 A. 1). We shall have to trace that line back a considerable dis- tan(ce, I ain thinking, if we would knowv any- thing on the subject." "Let 's trace it then," said Aliss Caroline, with her usual alacrity. Several evenings after, when Bethany came home fromn the office, she found a new book on the table, with Aliss Caroline's namne on the fly-leaf. It was "The C1ildren of the (Ghietto." "I bought it this afternoon," she explained, a little nervouslyer. "lIt is one of Zangwill's. The clerk at the bookstore told ine le is called the JeWish Diekens, and that it is very interesting. 139 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Of course, I am no critic, but it looked interest- ing, and I thought you might not mind read- ing it aloud. Several sentences caught my eye that made me think it might be as entertaining as 'Old Curiosity Shop,' or 'Oliver Twist.' " Bethany rapidly scanned several pages. "I believe it is the very thing to give us an insight into the later day customs and beliefs of the masses." She read the headings of several of the chapters aloud, and a sentence here and there. "Listen to this!" she exclaimed. " 'We are proud and happy in that the dread unknown God of the infinite universe has chosen our race as the medium by which to reveal his avil to the world. History testifies that this has verily been our mission, that we have taught the world religion as truly as Greece has taught beauty and science. Our miraculous survival through the cataclysms of ancient and modern dynasties is a proof that our mission is not yet over."' "O, I thought it was going to le a story!" exclaimed Jack, in a (lisappoirited tone. "It is, dear," answered Bethany. "You can understand part, and I will explain the rest." So it came about that, after the Scotch tales 140 A KINDLING INTEREST. wvere laid aside, the little group in the library nightly turned their sympathies toward the children of the London Ghetto, as it existed in the early days of tile century. "I can never feel the same towards them again," said Miss Caroline, the night they fin- ished the book. "I understand them so much better. It is just as the proem says: 'People who have been living in a ghetto for a couple of centuries are not able to step outside merely because the gates are thrown down, nor to efface the brands on their souls by putting off the yellow badges. Their faults are bred of its lowering miasma of persecution.' " "Yes," answvered Bethany, "I am glad he has given us su(h a diversity of types. You know that article that Mr. Lessing sent me says: 'No people carl le fairly judged by its superla- tives. It would l)e silly to judge all the Chinese l)y Confucius, or all the Americans by Benedict Arnold. If the Jews squirm and indignantly protest against Shylock and Fagin and Svengali, they must be consistent, and not claim as types Scott's Rebecca and Lessing's Nathan the Wise.' Now, Zangwill has given us a glimpse of all sorts of people-the 'pots and pans' of material 141 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Judaism, as well as the altar-fires of its most spir- itual idealists. I hope you '11 go on another in- vestigating tour, Aliss Caroline, and bring home something else as instructive." But before Miss Caroline found time to go on another voyage of discovery among the book- stores, something happened at the office that gave a deeper interest to their future investiga- tions. Mfr. Edmunds sat at the table a few minutes longer than usual, one morning after he had finished dictating his letters, to say: "We are alsont to make some changes in the office, Miss lallam. Mr. Porter has decided to go abroad for a while. Family matters may keep him there possibly a year. During his absence it is necessary to have some one in his place; and, after mature deliberation, we have decided to take in a young lawyer who has two points leeiidedly in his favor. Ile has marked ability, andl he wvill attract a wealthy class of clients. Ile is a young Jew, a protege of Rabbi Barthold's. Personally, I have the highest re- spect for him, although Mr. Porter is a little prejudiced against him on account of his na- 142 A KINDLING INTEREST. tionality. I wondered if you shared that feel- ing." "No, indeed!" answered Bethany, quickly. "I have been greatly interested in studying their history this summer." "Well, I have never given their past much thought," responded Mir. Edmunds; "but their relation to the business world has recently at- tracted my attention. It is wonderful to me the way they are filling up the positions of honor and trust all over the world. Statistics show such a large proportion of them have ac- quired wealth and prominence. Still, it is only what we ought to expect, when we remember their characteristics. They have such 'mental agility,' suLch power of adapting themselves to eircu istances, and such a resistless energy. ilaybe I should put their temperate habits first, for I can not remember ever seeing a Jew in- toxicated; and as to industry, the records of our county poor-house show that in all the seventy years of its existence, it has never had a Jewish inmate. People vith such qualities are like cream, bound to rise to the top, no matter what kind of a vessel they are poured into." 143 IN LEAGUEC WITH ISRAEL. "Who is this young man" asked Bethany, coining back to the first subject. "David Herschel," responded Mir. Edmnunds. "You may have met lliiri." "1)avid Herschel!" repeated Bethany, in- credulotisly. She caught her breath in surprise. Was there to be a deliberate crossing of life- threads here, or had she been caught in some tangle of chance Maybe this was the oppor- tunity she had prayed for that morning when she had listened to Lessing's story, and caught the inspiration of his consecrated life. A feeling of awe crept over her, that a hu- man voice could so reach the ear of the Infinite, and draw down an answer to its petition. She was almost frightened at the thought of the re- sponsibility such an answer laid upon her. 0, the childishness with which we beat against the portals as we importune high Heaven for op- portunities, and then shrink back when the Al- nighty hands them out to us, afraid to take and use what wve have most cried for! 144 CHAPTER IX. A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. T wvas a sultry morning in Nugust - l when David Iferschiel took his place in the law-office of Porter & Ed- m unds. The sun beat against the tall buildings until the radiated heat of the streets was sickening ill its intensity. Clerks went to their work with pale faces and languid movements. Everything had a wilted look, and the watering-carts left a steam rising in their trail, almost as disagreeable as the clouds of dust had been before. iMiss Caroline had insisted on Jack's remain- ing at home, and Bethiany's wearing a thin wvhite dress in place of her customary suit of heavy black. They had both protested, but as Bethanv wvent slowly towards the office she was glad that the sensible old lady had carried her point. To shorten the distance, she passed through one of the poorer streets of the town. Disagree- 10 145 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. able odors, suggestive of late breakfasts, boated out from steamy kitcshells. Neglected, half- dressed childdren cried on the ()ocrsteps and (Inarreled in the gutters. A great longing came over Bethany for a breath from wide, fresh fields, or green, shady woodlands. This was the first summer she had ever passed in the city. August had always been associated in her mind with the wind in the pine wvoo(s, or the sound of the sea on some rocky coast. It recalled the musical drip of the wvaterfalls trickling down high banks of thickly- growing ferns. It brought back the breath of clover-fielks and the mint in hillside pastures. A strong repugnance to her work seized her. She felt that she could not possibly bear to go back to the routine of the office and the 111o- notonouis click of her typewriter. The longer she thought of those old eare-free summers, the more she chafed at the confinement of the pres- ent one. Sihe sighed wearily as she reached the en- trance of the great building. Every door and window stood open. While she waited for the elevator-boy to respond to her ring, she turned her eves toward the street. A blind man passed 146 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. by, led by a wvai, sad-eyed child. The sun was beating mercilessly on the man's gray head, for his cap was held appealingly in his oit- stretched ]han(l. "How dared I feel dissatisfiedv with my lot" thought IBethany, with a swift rush of pity, as the contrast between this blind beggar's life and hers wvas forced upon 11cr. There was no one in the office when she entered. After the glare of the street, it seemed so comfortable that she thought again of the blind beggar and the child who led hint, with a feeling of remorse for her discontent. A great bunch of lilies stood in a tall glass vase on the table, filling the roonm with their fra- grance. Site took out a card that was half hid- len among them. Lightly penciled, in a small, running lanid, was the one word-"Consider!" "That 's just like Cousin Ray," thought tetlhany,quickly interpreting the message. "Slte knew this would be an unusually trying day on account of the heat, so she gives me sonie- thing to think about instead of my irksome con- finement. 'They toil not, neither do they spin,'" she whispered, lifting one snowy chalice to her lips; "but what help they bring to those 147 IN LEAGUEX WITH ISRAEL. who do-sweet, white evangels to all those who labor antl are heavy laden !"' She fastened one in her belt, then turned to her work. Slie had been copying a record, and wanted to finish it before M1r. Edmunds was ready to attend to the morning mail. Her fingers flew over the keys without a pause, ex- cept when she stopped to puit in a new sheet of paper. When she was nearly through, she heard Mr. Ediminds's voice in the next room, and increased her speed. She had forgotten that titis was the day I)avid Herscbel. was to come into the office. Ile had taken the desk assigned him, and was so l)usily engaged in con- versation with Mr. Edmunds that for a while lie did not notice tihe occupant of the next room. WVhen, at last, he happened to glance through the open door, he did not recognize Bethany, for shIe was seated with her back toward him. He noticed what a cool-looking white dress she wore, the graceful poise of her leqid, and her beautiful sunny hair. Then he saw the lilies beside lher, and wished she would turn so that he coifld see her face. "Sonie fair Elaine-a lilv-maid of Astolat," he thought, and then smiled at himself for hav- 148 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. iug grown Tennysoiiian over a typewriter be- fore he had even heard her name or seen her face. At last Bethany finished the record, with a sigh of relief. Quickly fastening the pages, she rose to take it into the next room. Just on the threshold she saw Herschel, and gave an in- voluntary little start of surprise. As she stood there, all in white, with one band against the dark door-casing, she looked just as she had the night David first saw her. He arose as she entered. Mr. Edmmunds was not usually a man of quick perceptions, but he noticed the look of admiration in David's eves, and lie thought they both seemed a trifle embarrassed as lie intro- duced them. They had recalled at the same moment the night in the Chattanooga depot, when she had distinctly declared to Mr. Marion that she did not care to make his acquaintance. For once in her life she lost her usual self- iosscssion. That gracious ease of iiiauner which "stamps the caste of Vere tle Vere " was one of her greatest charms. But just at this nmo- ment, when she wished to atone for that un- 149 0 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. fortunate remark by an especially friendly greeting, when she wanted him to know that her point of view had changed entirely, and that not a vestige of the old prejudice remained, she could not summon a word to her aid. Conscious of appearing ill at ease, she blushed like a diffident school-girl, and bowed coldly. David courteously remained standing until she had laid the record on Mr. Edmunds's desk and left the room. Mr. Edmunds glanced at him quickly, as he resumed his seat; but there was not the slightest change of expression to showv that lie had noticed what appeared to be an intentional haughtiness of manner in Bethany's greeting. But lie had noticed it, and it stung his sensitive nature more than lie cared to acknowledge, even to himiself. Nothing more passed between them for sev- eral days, except the formal morning greeting. Then Jack came back to the office. lie had gained rapidly sinee the ncwV brace had been applied. During his enforced absence on ac- count of the heat, he found that lie could wheel himself short distances, and proudly insisted on doing so, as they went through the hall. Ile was 150 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. a great favorite in the building. Everybody, from the janitor to the dignified judge on the same floor, stopped to speak to him. He was such a thorough boy, so full of fun and spirits, despite the misfortune that chained him to the chair and had sometimes made him suffer ex- tremely, that the sight of him oftener provoked pleasure than pity. He was so glad to get back to the office that he was bubbling over with happiness. It seemed to him lie had been away for an age. The cordial reception he met on every hand made his eyes twinkle and the dimples show in his cheeks. Mr. Edmnunds had not come down, but David was at his desk, busily writing. Bethany paused as they passed through the room. "Allow me to introduce my little brother, Mr. Herschel," she said. "Jack is very anxious to meet you." He glanced up quickly. This friendly- voiced girl, leaning over Jack's chair, with the brightness of his roguish face reflected in her own, wvas such a transformation from the digni- fied Miss Hallam he had known heretofore, that he could hardlv credit his eyesight. He wvas surprised into such an tunusual cordiality of 151 IN LEAGUR WITH ISRAEL. manner, that Jack straightway took him into his affections, and set about cultivating a very strong friendship between them. One afternoon Bethany was called into an- other office to take a deposition. She left Jack busy drawing on his slate. David, who had been reading several hours, laid down the book after a while, with a yawn, and glanced into the next room. The steady scratch of the slate pencil had ceased, and Jack was gazing disconsolately out of the window. As he heard the book drop on the table be turned his head quickly. "May I come in there" he asked David eagerly. David nodded assent. "You may conie in and wake me up. The heat and the book to- gether, have made me drowsy." Jack pushed his chair over by a window, and looked out towvards the court house. It was late in the afternoon, and the massive building threw long shadows across the green sward surround- ing it. "I wanted to see if the flag is flying," said Jack. "I can't tell from my window. Don't you love to watch it flap I do, for it always makes me think of heroes. I love he- 152 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. roes, and I love to listen to stories about 'em. Do n't you It makes you feel so creepy, and your hair kind o' stands up, and YOu hold your breath while they 're a-risking their lives to save somebody, or doing something else that 's awfully brave. And then, when they 've done it, there 's a lump in your throat; but you feel so warm all over somehow, and you want to cheer, and march right off to 'storm the heights,' and wipe every thing mean off the face of the earth, and do all sorts of big, brave things. I always do. Do n't you" "Yes," answered David, amused by his boy- ish enthusiasm, yet touched by the recognition of a kindred spirit. "Mfay 1)e you will be a hero yourself, some day," he suggested in order to lead the boy further on. "No, I 'm afraid not," answered Jack, sadly. "Papa wanted me to be a lawvyer. He was in the war till he got wounded so bad he had to come home. We've got his sword and cap yet. I used to put 'em on sometimes, and say I was going to go to WVest Point and learn to be a soldier. But he alwvays shook his head and sai(l, 'No, son, that 's not the highest way you can serve your country now.' Then sometimes I think I 'll 153 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. have to be a preacher like my grandfather, John Wesley Bradford, because he left me all his library, and I am named for him. Jack isn't my real name, you know." "\W'ould you like to be a preacher" asked David, as the boy paused to catch a fly that was buzzing exasperatingly around him. "No!" answered Jaek, emphasizing his an- swer by a savage slap at the fly. "Only except when we get to talking about the Jews. You know we are very much interested in your people at our house." "No, I did n't know it," answered L)avid, amnuised by the boy's miatter-of-fact aimounce- ment. "Howv did you come to be so interested" "Well, it started with the Epworth League Conference at Chattanooga. There was a con- verted Jew up there on the mountain that spoke in the sunrise meeting. Cousin Frank went to see him afterwards. TIe took Bethany with him to write down what they said in shorthand. 0, he bad the most interesting history! You just ought to hear sister tell it. You know the two old ladies I told you about, that live at our house. Well, may be it is n't polite to tell you so, but 154 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. they did n't have the least bit of use for the Jews before that. Now, since we 've been reading about the awful way they were persecuted, and liowv they 've hung together through thick and thin, they 've changed their minds." "And you say that it is only when you are talking about the Jews that vou Vwould like to be a pleacher," said David, as the boy stopped, and began whistling softly. I-le wanted to bring him back to the subject. "Yes," answered Jack. "When I think how that mnan's whole life was changed by a little Junior League girl; how she started hini, andl lie '11 start others, and they '11 start somebody else, and the ball wvill keep rolling, and so much good will be done, just on her account, I 'd like to do something in that line myself. I 'm first vice-president of our League, you know," he said, proudly displaying the badge pinned on his coat. "But I would n't like to be a regular preacher that just stands up and tells people what they already believe. That 's too much like boxing a pillow." He doubled up his fist and sparred at an imaginary foe. 1515 156 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "I 'd like to go off somewhere, like Paul did, and make every blowv count. We studied the life of Paul last year in the League. Talk about heroes-there 's one for you. My, but he was grame! Thrashed and stoned, and shipwrecked and put in prison, and chained up to another muan-but they could n't choke him off!" Jack chuckled at the thought. "Did you ever notice," lie continued, "that when a Jewv does turn Christian he 's deader in earnest than anybody else Cousin Frank told us to notice that. There 's -Matthew. He was making a good salary in the custom-house, and he quit right off. And Peter and Andrew arid the rest of 'em left their boats and all their fish- ing tackle, and every thing in the wide world that they owned. -Mr. Lessing had even to give up his family. Cousin Frank told us about ever so many that had done that way. So that 's why I 'd rather preach to them than other people. They amount to so much when you once get them made over." "You might commence on me," said David. Jack colored to the roots of his hair, and looked confused. He stole a sidelong glance at A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. Davidl, and began to wvheel his chair slowly back into the othier room. "I have n't gone into the 1)usiIless yet," lhe calle(l back over his shoulder, recovering his equallilmiity with young American quicknIess, "But when I do I 'II give you the first call." David was so amiuised by the conversation that he could not refrain from recounting part of it to Bethianv when she returned. It seemed to ullt themi on a friendlier footing. Fin(ling that shie was really making a study of the history of his people, lie gave her miany valialde suggestions, and several tines brollglit .Tewvish p)erio(licals wvith articles marked for her to r1a(l. "MAy Sunday-school class have become so in- tereste(l," she told him. "They are very well verse(l in the ancient history, but this is some- thiing so newv to them." "I wish you. knew, Rabbi Barthold," lie ex- claimne(l. "Ile woluld be an insl)iration in an.) line of stuldy, blut especially in this, for he has thrown his wvhole soul into it. Aim, I wish you read lIelbrew. One loses so miuch in the trans- lation. There are places in the Psalms and Job 157 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. -where the majesty of the thought is simply un- translatable. You know there are somie pe)bbles and shells that, seen in water, have the most ex- (Iiiisite delicacy of coloring; yet taken from that element, they lose that brilliancy. I have noticed the same effect in changing a thought from the medium of one language to another." "Yes," answered Bethany, "I have recog- nized that difficulty, too, in translating from the German. There is a subtle something that es- capes, that while it does not change the sub- stance, leaves the verse as soulless as a flower without its fragrance." "Al ! I see you undlerstan(I me," lie re- sponded. "That is why I would have you read the greatest of all literature in its original set- ting. Are you fond of language" "Yes," she answvered, ''though not an eit- thusiast. I took the course in Latin and German at school, and got a smattering of French the year I was abroad. Afterwards I read Greek a little at home with papa, to get a better tinder- standing of the New Testament. But Ilebrew always seemed to me so very difficult that only speetacled theologians attempted it. You know 1.58 A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. ordinary tourists ascend the Rigi and Vesuvius as a matter of course. Only daring climbers attemipt the .1 uingfrau. I scaled only the heights nIa(le easy of ascent, by a system of meister- schafts and mountain railwvays." lie laughed. "hlebrew is not so difficult as you imagine, AMiss IHallam. Any one thiat can inaster stenograpjiy can easily compass that. There is a similarity ill one respect. in both, (lots andl (lashes take the place of vowvels. I will bring you a grammar to-morrow, an(l shioxv you how easy the rudiments are." Jaek was more interested than Bethanv. He had never seen a book in Ihebrew tyl)e before. '[re sq uare, even characters charime( him,. and( lie began to copy theni on his slate. "I 'd like to lea in this," lie announced. "The letters are nothing bult chairs and tables-" "It was a picture language in the begin - nin g," sail F)avid, leaning over his chair, much lpleasedl with his interest. "Now, that first letter usedl to be the lhea(l of an ox. See lioxv the horns b)ranlcll Arid this next one, Beth, wvas a house. Do n't von reinember howXs nianv names in the Bible begin with that-Beth-el, Beth-horon, 159 160 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Ileth-slian-they all mean house of something; house of God, house of caves, house of rest." Jack gave a whistled "whe-ew!" "It would teach a fellow lots. AW'hat are you a house of, ]Beth-any " Ile looked up, but his sister had been called into the next room. "WVould you really like to study it, Jack" asked David. "It will be a great help to you when you 'go into the bllsiness' of preaching to uts Jews." Jack tilted his head to one side, and thrust his tongue out of the corner of his month in an em- hiarrassed way. T'hen lie looked ulp, and saw that David was not laughing at him, but soberly awaiting Iis answer. "Yes, I really would," lie answered, de- eidedly. "Then I '11 teach you as long as you are in the office." Mr. Marion came in one day and saw David's (lark head and Jack's yellow one bending over the same page, and listened to the boy's enthu- siastic explanation of the letters. "I wish we could form a class of our Sabbath- A JUNIOR TAKES IT IN HAND. school teachers," said Mr. Marion. "Would you undertake to teach it, Herschel " The young man hesitated. "If it were con- venient I might make the attemlpt," lie said. "But I do not live in the city. My hoome is out at Ilillhollowx." Then, after a pause, while some other plan seemed to be revolving in his min(d, lie asked: "Why not get lRabbi Barthold Ile is a born. teacher, and nothling votuld delight hiiii more than to irnibue sonie other soul with a zeal for his beloved inother-tongue." "I '1I certainly take the matter into cOnsi(l- eration," respon(led Mr. Marion, "if you will get his consent, and find what his terms are. Beth- any, I 'II head the list wvith Your name. Thei thlere 's Ray and myself. That makes three, and I know at least three of my teachers that I am sure of. I wish George Cragmore Avere here. l)o you know, Bethiany, it Would not surprise ine very much if the Conference sends himi here this fall" "Not in Dr. Bascom's place," she exclaimed. "O no, he is too young a man for Garrison Avenue, and unmarried besides. But I heard 11 161 162 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. that the Clark Street Church had asked for him. I hope the bishop will consider the call." "Do n't set your heart on it, Cousin Frank," she answered. "You know what is apt to befall 'the best laid schemes of mice and men.' CHAPTER X. THE DEACONESS'S STORY. UGUST slipped into September. The vase on Bethany's desk, that iMrs. Marion had kept filled with lilies, brightened the room with the glow of the earliest golden-rod. "Is n't it pretty" said Jack, drawing a spray through his fingers. "It makes ine think of your hair, sister. They are both so soft and fuzzy-looking." "And like the sunshine," added David men- tally, wishing lie dared express his admiration as openly as Jack. His desk was at an angle overlooking Bethany's, and he often studied her face while she wvorked, as lie would have studied some rare portrait-not so much for the perfect contour and delicacy of coloring as for the soul that shone through it. She had seldom spoken to him of spiritual things. It was from Jack he learned howv in- terested she was in all her Church relationships. 163 164 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Still he felt forcibly an influence that lie coul(l not define; that silent charmn of a consecrated life, linked close wvith the perfect life of the Master. One (lay when lie was thus idly occupied, the janitor tiptoed into the room, ushering a lady past to Bethany's desk. David looked up as she passed, attracted by her unusual costume. It was all black, except that there were deep, white cuffs rolled back over the sleeves, and a large, white collar. Tile close-fitting black bonnet was tied un(Ier the ehin wvith broad white bows. She was a sweet-faeed womian, with strong, capable looking hands. David heard Bethany exclaim, "Why, Jo- sephine Bentley!" as if much surprised to see her. Then they stood face to faee, holding each otlier's hands while they talked in low, rapid tones. The stranger staid only a few moments. After she passed out, David strolled leisurely up to Bethany's desk. "I hope you '11 excuse my curiosity, Miss Hallam," lie said. "I am interested in the cos- tume of the lady who was here just now. I 've seen one like it before. Can you tell me to what THE DEACONESS'S STORY. order she belongs Is it anything like the Sis- ters of Charity " "Yes, something like it," she answered. "She is a deaconess. There is this difference. They take no vows of perpetual service to the order, but their lives are as entirely consecrated to their work as though they had 'taken the veil,' as the nuns call it. This friend of mine wvho was just here, is a visiting deaconess. She goes about doing good in the Master's own way, to rich andl poor alike. She came in just nonv to report a case of destitution she had discovered. I ain chairman of the Mercy and Help Department in our League." "Is that all they do" asked David. "All!" repeated Bethany. "You should see the Deaconess Home on Clark Street. They have a hospital there, and a lCitchen-garten. It is the work of some of these women to gather in. all the poor, neglected girls they can find. They make it so very attractive that the poor children are taught to be respectable little housekeepers. without suspecting that the music and games are really lessons. Homes that could be reached in no other wvay have some wvonderful changes wroulght in them." 165 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "You have so many different organizations in your Church," said David. "Seemns to me I am always hearing of a new one. There is an. old saying, 'Too many cooks spoil the broth.' I)id you never prove the truth of that" "Now, that 's one beauty of Methodism," exclaimed Bethany. "The little wheels all fit into the big one like so many cogs, and all help each other. For instance, here is the deaconess work. It goes hand in hand with the League, only reaching out farther, with our motto of 'Lift Up,' for they have an 'open sesame' that unbars all avenues to them. Of all hard, self-sacrificing lives, it seems to me a nurse deaconess has the hardest. She goes only into homnes unable to pay for such services, and whatever there is to do in the way of nursing, or of cleansing these poverty-stricken homes, she does unflinchingly." "The reason I asked," answered David, "is that one day last week I went down to that ter- rible quarter of the city near the lower wharves. I wanted to fird a man who I knew wvoiild be a valuable witness in the Dartmon murder case. I had been told that the only time to find hint wvould be before six o'clock, as lie was ai deck- band on one of the early boats. I had been 166 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. directed to a laundry-office in a row of rotten old tenements near the river. I found the room used as an office was down in a damp basement. It was about half-past five when I reached there. I went down the rickety old stairs and knocked several times. You can imagine my surprise when the door was opened by a refined-looking ,woman, in just such a costume as your friend wore, except, of course, the little bonnet. Wheii I told her my errand, she asked me to step inside a moment. The smnell of sewer-gas almost stifled me at first. There was a narrow counter where a few bundles were lying, still uncalled for. I learned afterward, that the laundry had failed, and these were left to await claimants. There wvas a calico curtain stretched across the room to form a partition. She drew it aside, and motioned me to look in. There was a table, two ehairs, a gasoline stove, and an old bed. Lying across the foot of the bed, as if utterly worn-out with weariness and sorrow, lay a young girl heavily sleeping. A baby, only a few months old, was lying amtong the pillows, as white and still as if it were dead. The woman dropped the curtain with a shudder. 'It is the poor girl's husband you are looking for,' she said. 'He is 167 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. a rough, drunken fellow, and has been away for days, nobody knows where. The baby is dying. I was called here at three o'clock this morning. A physician came for me, but he said it could not live many hours. 0, it was awful! The cock- roaches swarmed all over the floor, and the rats were so bad they fairly ran over our feet. The poor girl sank in a heavy stupor soon after I came, from sheer exhaustion. There is nothing to eat in the house, and the milk I brought with me for the baby has soured. It seems a dreadful thing to say, hut I dare not leave the baby while she is asleep long enough to get anything-on account of the rats.' Of course I went out and got the things she needed. TI hen there wvas nothing more I could do, she said. rlihe wretched poverty of the scene, an(l the woman's bravery, have been in my thoughts ever since." "I heard of that case yesterday," Bethany said, when le had finished. "I know the nurse, Belle Carleton. The baby died, and they took the mother to the Deaconess Hospital. She has typhoid fever. Belie told me of another experi- ence she had. 11er life is futll of them. She was sent to a family where drunkenness was the cause of the poverty. The man had not had steady 168 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. work for a year, because he was never sober more than a few days at a time. They lived in three rooms in the rear basement of a large tenement- house. Belle said, when she opened the door of the first room, it seemed the most forlorn place she had ever seen. There wvas a table piled full of dirty dishes, and a cooking-stove covered with ashes, on which stood a wash-boiler filled with half-washed clothes. The floor looked as if it had never known the touch of a broom. [le odor of the boiling suds was sickening. A slat- ternly, half-growvn girl, one of the neighbors, stood beside a leaky tub, wvaslhing as best she knew how. Four dirty, half-starved children were p)laying on the bare floor. Their mother 'was sick in the next rooni. I could n't begin to repeat Belle's description of that bedroom, it was so filthy and infested with vermin. She said, when she saw all that must be done, that repulsive creature bathed, the dishes wvashed, and the floor scrubbed, a great loathing caine over her. She felt, that she could not possibly touch a thing in the room. She wvanted to turn and run away from it all. I said to her, 'O, Belle, how could you. force yourself to do such repulsive things'' 169 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "What did she say" exclaimed Herschel. Bethany's face reflected some of the tender- ness that must have shone in Belle Carleton's, as she repeated her answver softly, "For Jesus' sake!" There was a long pause, which Herschel broke by saying: "And she staid there, I sup- pose, forced her shrinking hands into contact with what she despised, did the most menial services, from a sense of duty to a man whom she had never seen, 'who died centuries ago Miss Iallam, how could she I find it very hard to understand." "No, not from a sense of duty," corrected Bethany, "so much as love." "Well, for love then. What was there in this man of Nazareth to inspire such devotion after such a lapse of time I understand how one might admire his ethical teaching, how one might even try to embody his precepts in a code to live by; but howv he can inspire such sublime annihilation of self, surpasses my comprelhen- sion. Ile was no greater lawgiver than Moses, yet who makes such sacrifices for the love of loses Peter suffered martyrdoimi, and Paul; 170 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. yet who is ready to lay down his life cheerfully and say, 'I do it for the sake of Peter-or Paul'" "Mr. Herschel," said Bethany, looking up at him wistfully, "do nu't you see that it is no mere rmari who exercises stii pIowver; that he inust be what lie elaimed-one with the Father" Cragmore's passionate exclamation that day on the train came back to him: "O, my friend, if you could only see my Savior as lie has been revealed to me!" Then lie seemed to hear Lessing's voice as they paced back and forth in front of the tent, arin in arm in the darkness. "Of a truth you can not understand these things, unless you be born again-be born of the Spirit, into a realm of spiritual knowledge you have never vet evendreamedof. Winged life is latent in the wvorm, even while it has no con- ception of any existence higher than the cab- bage-leaf it crawvls upon. But howv is it possible for it to conceive of flight until it has passed through some change that bursts the chrysalis and provides the wvings" 171 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. The silence was growing oppressive. David shook his head, rose, and slowly walked out of the room. "Sister," said Jack, a few days after, as she wheeled him homeward from the office at noon- time, "Mr. Herschel keeps teasing me all the time about something I said once about preach- ing to the Jews. He brings it up so often, that if he does n't look out I '11 begin on him sure enough." Whatever answer Bethany might have made was interrupted by Mliss Caroline, who met them as they turned a corner. "L)o tell!" she exclaimed in surprise. "You wvere in my mind just this minute. I wondered if I might not chance to meet you." "Where have you been, Aunt Carrie" asked Jack, seeing that she carried several small pareels. "Shopping," she said. "Just think of it! Caroline Courtney actually out shopping in the dry-goods stores." "What 's the occasion " asked Bethany. "It must 1)e something important. I can't re- member that you have done such a thing before 172 THu DEACONESS'S STORY. since I have known you. Have you been in- vited to a ball, a wedding, or a wake C' Mliss (C'aroline beaiied on. theni through her sl)ectaeles. "Really, iny dears, that is just what I would like to know myself. That 's why I had to make these purcbases. Your cousin Ray caine in this morning, just after you had gone, to invite us all to go to her house at half-past six this evening. She would n't tell us what sort of an occasion she was planning, only that it vas a surprise for everybodIy, Mr. Marion imiost of all. He has been gone a week on a business trip, lnit wvill get h1om0ke to-night at six. Sister and I have l)een trying to think wlhat kind of an occa- sion it could be. I know it is n't their wedding anniversary, nor her birthday. Maybe it is his. So you see we coull(l n't decide just how we ought to dress-whether to wear our very best dove- colored silks and point laee, or the black crepon (lresses we have had twvo seasons. Sister abso- lutely refuses to carry her elegant fami that she got in Brussels, although I want very much to take mine, especially if we wear the gray dresses. My second best is broken, and of course we wouldl n't want to carry a palm-leaf. There was no other way but to take the second best fan 173 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. down and match it. Then she had lost one of the bows of ribbon that was on her gray dress, and I had to match that, in case we decided to wear the grays. Here I have spent the whole morn- ing over my fan and her ribbon." "Dear me!" said Jack. "WVhy do n't you carry your Bruissels fan and wear your gray dress, and let her wear her black dress and take the kind of fan she wanted" "O, my child!" exclaimed Miss Caroline, "Neither of us would have taken a mite of com- fort so. You do n't understand how it feels when there are two of you. When you have spent-well, a great many years, in having things alike, you do n't feel comfortable unless you are in pairs." It was arranged that Jack should not go back to the office that afternoon. The sisters volun- teered to take him with them. Bethany hurried through her work, but it seemed to her she had never had so many inter- ruptions, or so much to do. It was after six when she closed her desk. Mr. Edmunds noticed the tired look on her flushed face, and said: "Miss Hallam, my carriage is waiting down 174 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. stairs. 1 have to stay here some time longer to meet a man who is late in keeping his engage- inient. Jerry mnay as well take you home while lhe is waiting." He went down on the elevator with her, and handed her into the carriage. "Better stay out in the fresh air a little be- fore you start home," he said, kindly. "It will do you good." Bethany sank back gratefully among the cushions. Jerry had been her father's coach- man at one time. Ile grinned from ear to ear as she took her seat. "We '11 take a spin along the river road," she said. "Give me a glimpse of the fields and the golden-rod, and then take me to Mrs. Ma- rion's, on Phillips Avenue." "Yes, miss," said Jerry, touching his hat. "I know all the roads you like best!" The impatient horses needed no urging. They fairly flew down the beaten track that led from the noisy, bouldered streets into the grassy byways. On they wvent, past suburban orchards and outlying pastures, to the sights and sounds of the real country. Bethany heard the slow, restful tinkle of bells in a quiet lane where the cows stood softly 175 176 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. 1owving at the bars. She heard the coo of doves in the distance, and the call of a quail in a brown stubble-field near by. Then the wind swept up from the river, now turning red in the sunset. It put new life into her pulses, and a new light in her eyes. The weariness was all gone. The wvind had blown the light, curly hair about her face, and she put up her hands to smooth it back, as they came in sight of Mrs. Marion's house. "It does n't make any difference," she thought. "I can run up into Cousin Ray's room and put myself in order before any one sees iiie." As the carriage stopped, some one stepped up q1uickly to assist her alight. It was David Herschel. "Of all times!" she thought; "when I am literally blown to pieces. How queerly things (lo happen in this world !" To her still greater won(lerment, instead of closing the gate after her and going on down the street, lie followed her up the steps. "Cousin Ray said this was to be a surprise," she thought. "This must be part of it." Miss Harriet and Miss Caroline had just smoothed their plumage in the guest-ehamber, THE DEACONESS'S STORY. and were coilling down the stairs hand in hand as David anrd Bethany entered the reception- hall. This was their first glimpse of David. They had been very curious to see him. Jack had talked about him so much that they recognized him instantly from his description. Miss Caroline squeezed Miss Harriet's hand, and said in a dramatic whisper, "Sister! the slirprise." "Look at Bethany," remarked Miss Harriet. "How unusually bright she looks, and yet a little flushed and confused. I won(ler if lie has been saying anything to her. They came in together ." "Pooh!" puffed Miss Caroline. Then they both moved forwvard with their most beaming "company smile," as Jack called it, to mneet Mr. Herschel. "Come in here," said Mrs. Marion, leading the way into the draving-room, wvhile Bethany made her escape LIp stairs. "Mrs. Courtney, allow me to introduce Mrs. Dameron." "Sally Atwater!" fairly shrieked Miss Caro- 12 1,77 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. line and Miss Harriet in chorus, as a tall, thin woman, with gray hair and sharp, twinkling eyes rose to meet them; "Sally Atwater, for the land's sake' how did you ever happen to get here " "It 's an old school friend of theirs," ex- plained Mrs. Marion to David, as the twins stood on tiptoe to grasp her around the neck and kiss her repeatedly between their exclamations of joyful surprise. "Thev have n't seen her since they were married. I '11 present you, and then we '11 leave them to have a good old gossip." During the introductions in the drawing- room, Mr. Marion came into the hall, with his gripsack in his hand. Why, hello, Jack!" he called cheerily. "How are you, my boy I 'ni so glad to see you." He hung up his hat, and went forward to clap him on the shoulder and hold the little hands lovingly in his big, strong ones. While he still sat on the arm of Jack's chair, there was a sud-- den parting of the portieres behind them, a swift rustle, and two white hands met over his eyes and blindfolded him. "O! O!" cried Jack ecstatically, and then 178 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. elapped his hand over his mouth as he heard a wvarning "Sh!" "It 's Ray, of colouse," saidl Mr. Marion, laughing and reacliiig lbackwvarIs to seize whio- ever had blindfolded him. "-Nobody else would take such liberties." "O, would n't they" cried a mocking voice. "What about Ray's younger sister" He turned around, and catching her by the ,shoulders, held her out in front of Idiui. "Well, Lois Denning!" he exclaimedl in aunazetuient. "WbIuen did you get hlere, little sister I never imagined you were within two hundred niles of this plaee." "Neither did Ray until this morning. I just walked in unannounced." WXhen hie had given her a hearty welcome she said: "O, I 'm not the only one to surprise you. Just go in the other room, Brother Frank, and see who all 's there, while I talk with this young man I have n't seen for a year." Lois Denning had been Jack's favorite cousin since he was old enough to fasten his baby fin- gers in her long, brown hair. In her yearly visits to her sister she bad devoted so muleh of her time to him, and been such a willing slave, 179 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. that he looked forward to her coming even a shade more eagerly than he watched for Christ- inas. 'There was one thing that remained longest in the memory of every guest who had ever en- joyed the hospitality of the Marion home. It was the warm welcome that made itself contin- ually felt. It met them even in the free swing of the wide front door that seemed to say, "Just walk right in now, and make yourself at home." T'here was an atmosphere of genial comfort anI( cheer that cast its spell on all who strayed over its inviting threshold. It made them long to linger, and loath to leave. David Herschel was quick to appreciate the warm cordiality of his greeting. lie had not been in the house five minutes until he felt him- self on the familiar footing of an old friend. At first he wondered at the strange assortment of guests, and thought it queer he had been asked to meet the elderly twins and their old friend, who wvere so absorbed in each other. Then Mrs. Marion brought in her sister, Lois Denning-a slim, graceful girl in a white duck suit, with a red carnation in the lapel of the jaunty jacket. She was a lively, outspoken girl, 180 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. decided in her opinions, and original in her remarks. "That red carna16tionl just Suits her," said David to biniself, as they talked together. "Site is so bright and spicy." "Is n't it tinie for dinner, Ray" asked Mr. Marion, anxiously. "It 's getting dark, and I 'n as hungry as a schoolboy." "xres, and your guests wvill think you are as impatient as one," site answered, laughingly. "We niust wait a few minutes longer. Mr. Cragnmore has l't coIIC yet." "Craginore!" cried Mr. AMarion, starting to his feet. "O (lear," exclaiiied Ii is wife, "I did n't in- tend to tell you lie was comiing. I knew you had n't seen the report from Conference yet, anrd I wanted to surprise you. Ile has been sent to the Clark Street Chureh. I met himi coming lip froin the depot this morning, and asked him to dine with us to-night." "Nowv I do wish I were a school-bo v!" ex- ('lainied MNr. MAarion, "so that I mighlit give vent. to my delight as I used to." "I reineniher how loud you could whoop when you were two feet six," remarked Mrs. 181 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Danieron. "I should not care to risk hearing you, now that you are six feet two." There was a q(lick ring at the front door, and the next instant Frank Marion and George Craginore were shaking hands as though they could never stop. "I 'm going to see if they fall on each other's necks and weep a la Joseph and his brethren," said Lois, tiptoeing towards the hall. "I 've heard so much about George Cragniore, that I feel that I am about to be presented to a whole circus-menagerie an(l all." "And how are ye, Mistress Marion" they heard his musical voiee say. "WVill ye mnoind that now," critiuneitted Lois in anll n(lertone. "Ihow 's that for a touch of the rale auld brogtue" lie was introduced to the old ladies first, then to the saucy Lois and Jack. Then he caught sight of Ifersehel. They met with mu- tual pleasure, and were about cordially to renew their acquaintance, begun that day on the car, when Cragmnore glanced across the room and sav Bethany. Both Lois and David noticed the way his 182 THE DEACONESS'S STORY. face lighted up, and the eagerness with which he went forward to speak to her. That evening was the beginning of several things. The Hebrew class was organized. Mr. Marion had found only two of his teachers will- ing to undertake the work, but Lois cheerfully allowed herself to be substituted for the third one he had been so sure would join them. "I 'II not be here more than long enough to get a good start," she said, "but I 'm in for any- thing that 's going-Hebrew or Hopscotch, whichever it happens to be." The twins declined to take any part. "I knowv it is beyond us," sighed Miss Harriet. "The Latin conjugations were alvays such a terror to ine, and sister never did get her bear- ings in the German genders." When it came time for the merry party to break uip, Frank Marion would not listen to any good-nights from Cragmore. "You 're not going away. That 's the end of it," lie declared. "I 'I [ walk down with you lo the hotel, and have your trunk sent up. You 're to stay here until you get a boarding place to suit you, I would n't let you go then, 183 IN LEAGUSE WITH ISRAEL. if I (lid not know it was essential for you to live nearer your congregation." Mr. Mlarion walked on ahead, ptnsiiing Jack's chair, with Miss Caroline on one side, and Mliss Harriet on the other. Bethany followed with George Cragmnore. There was a brilliant iioonliglrt, and they walked slowiy, enjoying to the utmiost the rare beauty of the night. "Conie in a mnomnent, George," called Mr. Marion, as lie wheeled Jack up the steps. "I want to finish spiiining this yarn." They all went into the ball. Bethany opened the door into the library and struck a niatch. Craginore took it from her and lighted the gas. But MIr. lMarion still stood in the hall with his attentive audience of three. "I '1I be through in a moment," lie called. T'he sisters dropped down in a large double rocker. "Yroji iiig-lt as wvell sit dowvn, too, Mr. Crag- niore," sli(1 Betliany. "His minute may prove to be elastic." Cragniore looked around the homelike old room, and then down at the fair-haired woman 184 THE: DEACONESS'S STORY. 185 at his side. "Not to-night, thank you," lie re- sponded; "but I should like to come some other time. Yes, I think I should like to come here very often, Mliss Hallam." The admiration in his eyes, and the tone, niade the remark so very personal that Bethany vas slightly annoyed. "O, our latch-string is always out to the clergy," she said lightly, and then led the way back to the hall to join the others. CHAPTER XI. -YOM KIPPUR." iE morning after the first meeting of the Hebrew class at Rabbi Bar- thold's, Frank Marion came into the office. "Herschel," lie said, "when do you have your Day of Atonement services Is it this week or next Rabbi Barthold invited us to attend, but I am not sure about the date. He is going to preach a series of sermons that are to set forth the views now held by the Reform school, and Cragmore and I are anxious to hear them." "It is the week after this," said David, con- sulting the calendar. "Then T can arrange to get in from my trip in time for the Friday night service." "What do vou think of Rabbi Barthold" asked David. "Is n't lie a magnificent old fellow " Marion stroked his mustache thoughtfully. 186 Yom KIPPUR. "Well," he said after some deliberation, "1 hardly know where to place him. He does n't belong to this age. If I believed in the trans- migration of souls, I should say that some old Levite, whose life-work had been to keep the Temple lamps perpetually burning, had strayed back to earth again. "That seems to be his mission now. Ile is trying to rekindle the pride and zeal and hope of an ancient day. Excuse me for saying it, Herschel, but there are few in his congregation who understand himi. Their vision is so ob- scured by this dense fog of modern indifference that they fail to appreciate his aimns. They are still in the outer courts, among the tables of the money-cliangers, and those who sell doves. They have never entered the inner sanctuary of a spiritual life. Their religion stops with the altar and the censer-the material things. Un- (lerstand mne," lie sai(l hastily, as I)avid inter- rupted him, "I know there are a number you hrave in Inin(l, who are loyally true to the spirit of Judaism, but they are few and far between. I am not speaking of them, bit of the great mass of the congregation. I believe the serv- 187 IN LEAGUUE WITH ISRAEL. ices of the synagogue, and their religion itself, is only a form observed from a cold sense of duty, merely to avert the evil decree." David drew himself up rather stiffly. "And you are the disciple of the man who said, 'Let him that is without sin among you cast the first stone!' What do you suppose the Jewv has to say about the dead-heads in your Churches What proportion of your member- ship has passed beyond the tables of the money- changers How many in your pews, who mum- ile the creed and wear the label 'Christian,' will be able at the passages of God's Jordan to meet the challenge of his Shibboleth"'' Marion laid his hand on 1)avid's shoulder. "You niisunderstand ime, my boy," lie said. "I have no harsher denunciation for the indifferent Jew than for the indifferent Christian. God pity them both! I was simply drawing a con- trast between Rabbi Barthold and his people, as it appears to me-a shepherd who longs to lead his flock iip to the source of all living water; but they prefer to dispense with climbing the spiritual heights, jostle each other for the richest herl)age of the lowlands, and are satisfied. You know that is so, David." 188 YOM KIPPUR. "Yes," admitted David, with a sigh. "lIe can not even arouse theiii to the necessity of teaching their children Hebrew, if they would perpetuate loyalty to its traditions." David was about to repeat what the Rabbi had said the night he consented to take the Hebrew class, but his pride checked him: "What are we coming to, my son Protestant- ism is having a wonderful awakening in regard to the study of the Bible. Never has there been such a widespread interest in it as now. B ut among our people, howv many of the younger generation make it a text-book of daily stud'y Sueh negligence will surely write its 'Ielabod' upon the future of our beloved Israel." "What a discussion we have drifted into!" exclaimed Mr. Marion. "I had only intended dropping in here to ask you a simple question. Come to think, I believe I have not answered yours. You asked me my opinion of Rabbi Barthold. Well, I think he is a sincere, noble soul, a true seeker of the truth, and a man whose friendship I would value very highly." 11ersehel looked much pleased. "I hope youi may be alble to hear him on 'Yom Kippur,' " lie said. 189 190 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "I shall (ertainlly try to be there," Marion answered. As his footsteps dlied away in the hall, David said to himself: "If every Gentile were like that man, and every .Jew like Uncle Ezra, wvhat an ideal state of society there would be! But then," lie addeed as an after-thought, "what would be- come of the lawyers We would starve." In the waning light of the afternoon, that Day of the Atonement, there was no more de- vout worshiper in all the temple than George (!ragmore. Ile had just finished reading a book of M. Leroy B3eamlieu's, "Israel Among the Nations," and as he turned the leaves of the prayer-book sonie one handed him, lie was ini- pressed with the truth of this sentence which recurred to him: "The Hebrew geniuis wvas confined to a nar- row bed lbetweell twso rocky walls, whence only the sky could be seen; but it channeled there a wvell so deep that the ages have not dried it up, and the nations of the four corners of the earth have come to slake their thirst at its waters." It seee(d( to him that all that was purest, YOM KIPPUR.19 most heart-searching and sublime in the Old Covenant; all that tinie has pro'en most pre- cious and comforting of its promises; all therein that l)est satisfies the human yearnings toward the Infinite, and gives wings to the God-instinct in nian, might be found somewhere in the ex- quisite mosaic of this day's ritual. Marion, concentrating his attention chiefly on the sermons, admired their scholarly style, and indorsed most of their substance, but lie eame away Vith a feeling of sadness. It seemed so pitiful to him to see these peo- ple witli their backs turned on the sacrifice a divine love had already provided, trying to make their own empty-handled atonement, simply by their penitent pleadings and good deeds. Hersehel's devotions were interfered with by a sp)irit of criticism heretofore unknowvi to him. His thoughts were so full of doubts that had been having an almost imperceptible growvth that lie could not enter into the service With his Usual abandon, He was continually contrasting those around him with that never-to- be-forgotten gathering on Lookout, and the con- gregation in the tent. 191 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. What made them to differ He could not tell, but he felt that something was lacking here that had made the other such a force. Cragmore had not been able to attend the Friday night service, nor the one on the follow- ing morning. He came in just after the noon recess, and was ushered to a pew near the center of the room, where he immediately became ab- sorbed in the ritual. He followed devoutly through the meditations and the silent devotions, and wlhen they came to the responsive readings, his voice joined in as earnestly as any son of A lrabam there. The synagogue, wvitb its modern trappings and fashionably-dressed congregation seemed to disappear. lie saw the old Temple take its place, with its solemn ceremonials of scapegoat and burnt-offering. Through the chanting of the ehoir in the gallery back of him he heard the thonsand-voiced song of the Levites. He seemed to see the clouds of incense, and the smoke aris- ing from the high brazen altar. He bowed his head on the seat in front of him. His whole soul seemed to go out in reverent adoration to this great Jehovah, worshiped by both Hebrew and Christian. 192 YOM KIPPUR. The memorial service to the dead followed the sermon. Cragumore's music-loving nature responded like a (Iilivering harp-string as the choir l)egan. a minor chant: "Oh what is man, the cbild of dust Wliat is iain, 0 Lord " The lowv, moaning tones of the great organ rose and fell like the beat of a far-off tide, as all heads bowed in. sileit (levotiorn, recalling in that moment the lives that had passed out into the great beyond. Cragmoie whispered a fervent prayer of thankfnlness for the unbroken family circle across the wide Atlanitic. As he did so, a breath of blossoming liaw- thorn hedges, a faint clhiiing of tile Sbiandon lbells, and the 11iWm inists of the Kerry hills seeme(1 to mingle a moment with his pIavyer'. The sun hiad set, wvhen in the eoncliiding, service his eyes fell on the words the Rabbi was reading-The Mission of Israel-"It 's a pitv," he thought, "that every mentally cross-eyed Christian, who, between ignorance and bigotry, can get only a distorted impression of the Jews, 13 193 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. could n't have heard this service to-day, espe- cially that prayer for all mankind, and this one lie is reading nowv: 'This twilight hour reminds us also of the eventide, wVlheni, according to Thy gracious promise, Thy light will arise over all the children of men, and Israel's spiritual descendants will be as numerous as the stars in the heaven. En- dow us, our Guardian, with strength and pa- tience for our holy mission. Grant that all the children of Thy people may recognize the goal of our changeful career, so that they may ex- emplify, by their zeal and love for mankind, the truth of Israel's watchword: One humanity on earth, even as there is but one God in heaven. Enlighten all that call themselves by Thy name 'with the knowledge that the sanctuary of wood and stone, that erst crowned Zion's hill, was but a gate, through which Israel should step out into the world, to reconcile all mankind unto Thee! Tlhou alone knowest when this work of atone- ment shdll be completed; when the day shall dawn in which the light of Thy truth, brighter than that of the visible sun, shall encirele the whole earth. But surely that great day of universal reconciliation, so fervently prayed for, 194 Yom KiPPUR. shall come, as surely as none of Thy words re- turn empty, unless they have done that for wvhich I'lion didst send them. Then joy shall thrill all hearts, and from one end of the earth to the other shall echo the gladsome cry: I-ear, 0 Israel, hear all mankind, the Eternal our God, the Eternal is One. Then myriads will make pilgrimage to Thy house, which shall be called a house of prayer for all nations, and from their lips shall sound in spiritual joy: Lord, open for us the gates of thy truth. Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors, for the King of glory shall come in.' And the choir chanting, replied: "Who is the King of glory The Lord of hosts-He is the King of glory." There was a short prayer, then a benediction that made Cragnmore and Marion look across the congregation at each other and smile. It was the Epworth benediction, with which the League was always dismissed: "May the Lord bless thee, and keep thee. May the Lord let his countenance shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee! The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." 195 196 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. The two men met eaeh other at the (loor, and( walked homneward together tliir- ugh the twilight. ('ragmore 18ad fo10n1( a boarding place. -It was not far from the teml)le. "Come up to my room," lie said to Marion. "I see you still have Herschel's prayer-book vith you. I want to compare the mission of Israel as given there with the one I was reading to-day of Lerov-Beaullieu's. I have never known before to-day wvhat special hope they ciling to. Conte in and I will find the paragraph." Ile lighted the gas in his room, pushed a e(hair over towards his guest, and, seating hin- self, began rapidly turning the leaves of the book. "Here it is," lie said, and he read as follows: "Then at last Jewish faith, freed from all tribal spirit and( purified of all national dIross, will becomie the la'v of hbumanity. 'he world that jeered at the lonig suffering of Israel, wvill witness the fulfillment of prophecies delayed for twenty centuries by the blindness of the scribes, and the stubbornness of the rabbis. According to the wor(ls of the prophets, the nations will come to learn of Israel, and the people will hang YOM KIPPUR. to the skirts of her garments, crying, 'Let us go up together to tile mountain of Jehovah, to the house of the Lord of Israel, that lie may teach us to valk in his ways.' The true spiritual re- ligion, for wvhich the wvorld has been sighing since Luther and Voltaire, will be iimparted to it through Israel. To accoriiplish this, israel needs l)llt to discard her old p)ractices, as in spring the oak shakes off the dead leaves of winter. The divine trust, the legacy of her 1rolpliets, which has been preserved intact be- neathi her heavy ritial, wvill be transmitted to tine Gentiles by an Israel emancipated fronit all en- slavement to ftorni. Then only, after having infrised tle spirit of the Tmhora into the soils of all nien, vill Israel, her IissioII acconIpl)lislied, be able to merge herself in the nations." "See wvhat a hopeless hope," sai(l Craginore, as lie closed the book. "Anid yet do you know., Frank, I am becoming mome ad(l inore sure that Israel has soine great part to play in the conver- sion of hlumiaiiity Any one uimst see that nothi- ilu short of Dlivine power could have kept theri intact as a race, and Divine power is never aihn- lesslv exerted. There must be some great reason for stich a miraculous preservation. What mis- 197 198 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. sionaries of the cross these people would make! What torch-bearers they have been! They have carried the altar-fires of Jehovah to every alien shore they have touched." Cragmore stood up in his earnestness, his eyes alight with something akin to prophetic fire. "The old thorny sterin of Judaism shall yet blld and blossom into the perfect flowver of Christianity!" he cried. "And when it does, 0 when it does, the 'chosen people' will become a veritable tree of life, whose leaves will be 'for the healing of the nations.'" CHAPTER XII. DR. TRENT. T was a cold, bleak night in Novenit- ber. TIhlere was a blazing wood-fire on the librarl hearth. Bethany sat in a low chair in front of it, with a large, flat book in her lap, wvlich site was using as a desk for her long-neglected letter-writing An appetizing smell of pop-co n and boiling molasses found its way in from the cozy kitclien, wvlere the sisters were treating Jack to an old- fashioned candy-pulling. Tue occasional gUStS that rattled the vindvows made Bethany drawv closer to the fire, with a grateful sense of wvarnithl and comfort. She thoroughly appreciated her luxurious surroundings, and was glad she had the long, quiet evening ahead of her. For half an hour the steady trail of her pen along the paper, and the singing of the kettle on the crane, was all that lvas audible. Then Jack came 'wheeling himself in, with a radiant, sticky face, and a plate of candv. 199 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "0, we 're having such lots of fun!" he cried. "We 're going to make some chocolate creatus now. Do come and help, sister" She pointed to the pile of -unanswered letters on the table. "I must get these out of the way first," she said. "Then I 'Il join you." "I guess you can eat and write at the same tine," lie answered, holding out the plate. He waited only long enough for her to taste his wares, and hhurried l)ack to the kitchen to report her opinion of their skill as confectioners. Just as the dlining-room door banged behind him, she thought she heard some one coming up on the front porch with slow, uncertain steps. She paused in the act of dipping her pen into the ink, and listened. Some one certainly tried the bell, but it did not ring. Then the outside door opened and shult. She started up slightly alarmed, and half way across the room stopped again to listen. There was a momentary rust- ling in tile hall. She heard something drop on the hat-rack. Then there was a low knock at the librarY door. She opened it a little way, and saw Dr. Trent standing there. "O, Uncle Doctor!" she cried, throwing the 200 DR. TRENT. door wide open. "I never onee thought of its being you. I took you for a burglar." Then she stopped, Seeing the worn, haggard look on his face. Ile seemed to have grown. ten ecars older since the last time she had seen him. Without noticing ber proffered hand, lie pushed slowly past her, anid stood shivering be- fore the fire. Hle had taken off his overcoat in the hall. Ile was bent and careworn, as if some unusual weight had been laid upon his patient shoulders, already bowed to the limtit of their strengtlI. BIethany knewv from his firmly set lips and stern face tiat lie wvas in sore nieed of comfort. "What is it, ITnele Doctor" she asked, fol- lowing him1 to the fire, and layiig lier hand lightly on his treuimbling arin. Sihe felt that something dreadful must have happened to un- nerve him so. "What can I (do for you" she asked with a trenible of distress in her voice. Ile dropped into a chair andi covered his face with his hands. \Whienu lie raised his head his eves were bltirred, and lie had that helpless, Chi ldisih look that conies wvith premature age. "I have been with Isabel all day," lie sai(l, huskily. 20)1 IN LI;AGUR WITH ISRAEL. Although Bethany had never heard Mrs. Trent's given naine before, she knew that he was speaking of his wife. There was a long pause, vwhich she finally broke by saving, "Do n't you see her every day I thought you were in the habit of going out to her that often." "O, I have gone there," lie answered wearily, "day after day, and day after day, all these long years; but I have never seen Isal)el. It has only been a poor, mad creature, who never recognized Ine. She wvas always calling for me. The way she used to rave, and pray to be sent back to her husband, would have touched a heart of flint; vet she never knew me when I came. She would grow quiet when I put my arm around her, but she wvould sit and stare at me in a dumb, con- fused way that was pitiful. I alwvays hoped that some day she might recognize me. I would sing her old songs to her, and talk about our old home, although the thought of its shattered happiness broke my heart. I tried in every way to ring her to herself. She wvould listen awhile, and look up at me with a recognition almost dawning in her eves. Then the tears would begin to roll down her cheeks, and she wvould beg 2/)2 DR. TRENI. me to go and find her husband. Yesterday she knesv me!" His voice broke. "She caine back to me for the first time in eight years,-my own little Isabel! I knew it was only because the frail body wvas worn out with its terrible strug- gle, and I could not keep her long. 0, such a day as this has been! I lave held her in imy arins every moment, vith her poolo, tired head against my heart. She was so -flad and happy to find herself witin mc at last, but the happiness was over so soon." Ile buried his face in his hands as before, with a groan. When lie spoke again, it wvas in a dull, mechanical way. "Shel died at sundown!" The tears wvere running down. Bethany's face. She had been standing behind his chair. Nowv she b)ent over him, lightly passing her hanid over his gray hair, wvith a comforting caress. "If I could only do something," she ex- claimed, in a voice tremulous vith sympathy. "You can," lie answered. "That is why I came. None of her relatives are living. Only niv most intimate friends know that she did not (lie eight years ago, when she was taken away to a sanitarium. I want-" he stopped with a 203 IN LEAGU9 WITH ISRAEL. choking in his throat. "The attendants have been very kind, but I want some woman of her own station-souie woman who would have beens her friend-to put flowers about her-and-- smooth her hair, as she would have wanted it done-and-and-see that everything is all fine and beautiful when she is dressed for her last sleep." He tried to keep his voice steady as lie talked; but his face was wvorkingt pitifully, antd the tears were rolling downi his face. "She would have wvishied it so. She knew Richard Hallam. He wvas my best friend. I (1o not know any one I could ask to do this for my little Isabel, but Richard Hallam's daughter." She leaned over and touched his forehead with her lips. "Then let her have a dauglhter's place in helping you bear this," she said. "Let her serve her father's dear, old friend as she vould have served that father." He reached up and mutely took her hand, resting his face against it a moment, as if the touch of its sympathy strengthened him. Then 204 DR. TRENT. he rose, saying, "I shall send for you in the 1mllilg. "0, are you going home so soon" she ex- claimed. "You have hardly been here long enough to get thoroughly wvarm." "No, not home, but back to Isabel. It wvill be only a few hours longer that I can sit beside her. I have staid away now longer than I intended, but I had to come in town to see that Lee was all right." "0, does he know" asked Bethany. "No, lie was only two years old when they were separated. She has alwvays been dead to him. Poor, little fellow! Why should I shadow his life with such a grief" Bethany helped him on with his overcoat, turned up the collar, and buttoned it securely. Then she gave him his gloves; but instead of putting them on, he stood snapping the clasps in an absent-minded way. "I suppose Richard told you about that debt I have been wrestling with so long," he said, finally. "I got that all paid off last week, the last wretehed cent. And now that Isabel is gone, I seem to have lost all my old vigor and ambition. 205 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. If it were not for Lee, it would be so good to stop, and not try to take another step. I should like to lie dowvn and go to sleep, too." He opened the door. A raw, cold wind, laden with snow, rushed in. Bethany watched him out of sight, then went shivering back to the fire. A deep snowstorm kept Jack at home next day, so no one questioned, or no one knew why Bethany was excused from the office during the morning. She carried out Dr. Trent's wishes faithfully. She stood beside him in the dreary cemetery till the white snow was laid back over the newly- made mound. Then she rode silently back to town with him. He sat with his hands over his eves all the way, never speaking until the car- riage stopped at the office, and the driver opened the door for Bethany to alight. Next dav she sawv him drive past on his usual round of professional visits. No one else noticed any difference in him, except that he seemed a little graver, and, if possible, more tender and thoughtful in his ministrations, than he had been before. To Bethany there was something very pa- 206 DR. TRENT. thetic in the sudden aging of this man, who had borne his burden so silently and bravely that few had ever suspected he had one. He was making a stern effort to keep oii in the same old wvay. his profession had brought him in contact with so much of the world's sor- row and suffering that he would not lay even the shadow of his burden on other lives, if he could help it. Only Bethany noticed that his hair was fast growing white, that lie stooped more, and that lie climbed slowly and heavily into the buggy, instead of springing in as lie used to, with a quick, elastic step. She ministered to his com- fort in all the little ways in her power, but it was not much that aniv one could do. It miust have been nearly two weeks before lie came-again to the house. This time it was to examine Jack. "What would you say, my son," he asked, "if I should tell you I do not want you to go to the office anv more after this week" Jack's face was a study. The tears came to his eyes. "Why" he asked. "Because you will be strong enough then to go through a certain exercise I want you to take 207 IN LE:AGUE WITH ISRAEL. many times during the day. If you keep it up faithfully, 1 believe you will l)e walking by C'hiristmas." This was so much sooner than either Jack or Bethany had dared hope, that they hardly knew how to express their joy. Jack gave a loud vhoop, and wvent wheeling out of the room at the top of his speed to tell Miss Caroline and Miss Harriet. T)r. Trent looked after him with a fatherly ten(lerness in his face. Tlen lie sighed and turned to Bethany. "I have another trouble to bring to you, my dear. Lee has been getting into so iiiuch mischief lately. I never knew till yesterday that lie has not been attending school regularly this term. You see every allowance ought to be made for the child-no home but a l)oarding-biollse; no one to take an oversight- for I am called out night and(l day. lIe is such a bright boy, so full of life and spirit. I am sat- isfied that his teachers (1o not un(lerstand him. They have not been fair with him. lie has been transferred from one ward to another, and finially expelled. Ile never told me until last night. lie saidl he knew it would grieve me, and that he put it off from dav to day, because he (lid not 208 DR. TRENT. wvant to trouble me when I was so worried over several critical cases. That qliowved a sweet spirit, Bethaniy. I appreciated it. Ile has always lbeen. such an affectionate little chap. I wanted to go and interview the superintendent; but he insisted it would do no good, beca use they are all prejudiced against hiiim. know Lee is a good child. They ought not to expect a growing l)ov, full of the annimal spirits the Creator has endowed hili 3vitti, to always work like a primn little machine. Alaybe I ain not acting wvisely, but he begged so hard to be allowved to go to work for awhile, instead of being sent l.o any other school, that I gave my consent. It is little a ten- year old boy can (1o, but lie has a taking way wvith him, and be got a place himself. He is to be elevator-boy in the same building wvhere your office is. You will see him every day, and I am giving you the true state of affairs, so you will not misjudge the child. I hope you wvill look out a little for him, Bethany."- "You may be sure I shall do that," she prom- ised. "We are already great friends. He used to often join us on his way to school, and wheel Jack part of the distance." Jack made as nimuch as possil),le of the remain- 14 209 2IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. ing time that he was allowed to go to the office. lie studied no lessons but the short Hebrew exercises David still gave him. He called at all the different offices where lie had made friends, and spent a great deal of tine in the ball, talk- ing to Lee, who was soon installed in the build- ing as elevator-boy. "My! but Lee has been fooling his father," exclaimed Jack to Bethany after his first inter- view. "Dr. Trent thinks he is such a little angel, but you ought to hear the things he brags about doing. lie 's tough, I can tell you. He smokes cigarettes, and swvears like a trooper. Ile showed me an old horse-pistol he won at a game of 'seven up.' lie shoots 'craps,' too. lIe has been play- ing hooky half his time. One of the hostlers at the livery-stable, where his father keeps his horse,used to write his excuses for hin. Lce paid him for it with tobacco lie stole out of one of the warehouses down by the river. You just ought to see the book be carries around in his pocket to read when he is n't busy. It 's called 'The Pirate's Revenge; or, A Murderer's Romance.' There is the awfulest pictures in it of people being stabbed, and women cutting their throats. I told him he showed mighty poor taste in the 210 DR. TRUNT. stuff he read, and asked him how he would like to be found dead with such a thing in his pocket. lie told me to shut uj) preaching, and said the reason he has gone to work is to save up ioney so 's he could go to Chicago or New York, or some big place, and have a 'lhowling good time."' It made Bethany sick at heart to think of the deception the boy had practiced on his father. Much as she trusted Jack, she could not bear to encourage any intimacy between the boys, and was glad when the time came for him to stay at home from the office. But in every way she eould she strengthened her friendship with Lee. She brought him great, rosy apples, and pop-corn l)alls that Jack had made. No ten-year-old boy could be proof against the long twists of home- maade candy she frequetitly slipped into his p)ocket. Sometimes wlhen the weather was es- pecially storiuy and bleak outside, she stopped to put a bunch of violets or a little red rose in his button-hole. She was so pretty and graceful that she awakened the dormant chivalry within him, and lie would not for worlds have had her suspect that lie was not all his father believed him to he. One (lay she told David enough of his his- 211 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. tory to enlist his sympathy. After that the young lawyer began to take considerable notice of him, and finally wvon his complete friend ship by the gift of a little brown. puppy, that he liroulght down one morning in his overcoat pocket. Therewas no more time to read "ThePirate's Revenge." The helpless, sprawling little pup demanded all his attention. lIe kept it swung ulp in a basket in the elevator, when lie was busy, but spent every spare moment trying to d(evelop its limited intelligence by teaching it tricks. That was one occupation of which lie never wearied, and in which lie never lost patience. From the moment lie took the soft, warm, little thing ill his arms, he loved it dearly. "I shall call him rTaffy," lie said, hugging it up to him, "because lie 's so sweet and brown." Bvethany had intended for Dr. rreiit and Lee to dine with them on Thanksgiving (lay, but the sisters were invited to Mrs. Daineron's, and Mrs. Marion wvas so urgent for her and Jack to spend the day with them, that she reluctantly gave up her plan. "T shall certainly have them Christmas,," she 212 DR. TRENT. promised herself, "and a big tree for Lee and Jack. Lois will help me wvith it." It was a genuine Thanksgiving-day, with gray skies, and snow, to intensify the indoor cheer. "Did n't the altar look beautiful this morn- ing with its decorations of fruit and vegetables, and those sheaves of wheat" remarked Miss Harriet. She had just come home from Mrs. Dameron's, and was holding her big mink muff in front of the fire to dry. She had dropped it in the snow. "Yes, and was n't that salad-dressing fine" chimed in Miss Caroline. "Sally always did have a real talent for such things." "It could n't have been any better than we had," insisted Jack. "I do n't believe I 'II want anything more to eat for a week." "That 's very fortunate," answered Miss Caroline, "for I gave Mfena an entire holiday. We '11 only have a cup of tea, and I can make that in here." They sat around( the fire in the gloaming, quietly talking over the happy day. One of B3ethany's greatest causes for thanksgiving was 21;3 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAE:L. that these two gentle lives had come in contact with her own. Their simple piety and childlike faith sweetened the atmosphere around them, like the modest, old-fashioned garden-flowers they loved so dearly. Well for Bethany that she had the constant companionship of these loving sisters. Happy for Jack that lie found in them the gracious grandmotherly tenderness, with- out which no home is complete. They were very proud of their boy, as they called him. Between the Junior League and their conscientious in- struction, Jack was pretty firmly "rooted and grounded" in the faith of his fathers. Night stole on so gradually, and the firelight filled the room with such a cheerful glow, they did not notice howv dark it had grown outside, until a sudden peal of the door-bell startled them. "I'll go," said Miss Caroline, adjusting the spectacles that had slipped dowvn when the sud- den sound made her start nervously uip from -her chair. She waited to light the gas, and hastily arrange tile disordered chairs. When she opened the door she saw David Herschel patiently awaiting admittance. It was the first time he had ever called. She was 214 DR. TRENT. all in a flutter of surprise as she ushered him into the library. He declined to take a seat. "I have just come home from Dr. Trent's," lie said. "You know he boards across the street from Rabbi Barthold's, where I have been spending the day. He was called out to see a patient last night, and came home late, with a hard chill. Lee saw me coming out of the gate a little while ago, and came running over to tell me. HIe had been out skating all morning. After dinner, when he went up-stairs, he found his father delirious, and had telephoned for Dr. Mills. He was very much frightened, and wanted me to stay with him until the doctor came. As soon as Dr. Mills examined him, he called me aside and asked me to get into his buggy and drive out to the Deaconess Home. I have just come from there," he said, "and Miss Carleton has no case on hands. Tell her if ever she was needed in her life, she is needed now. He has pneumonia, and it has been neg- lected too long, I 'm afraid. It may be a matter of only a few hours." Bethany started up, looking so white and alarmed that David thought she was going to faint, He arose. too. 215 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "I must go over there at once," she said. "It is quite dark," answered David. "I am at your service, if you want me to wait for you." "0, I shall not keep you waiting a moment," she answered. "Jack, I '11 be back in time to help you to bed." As she spoke she began putting on her wraps, which were still lying on the chair, where she had thrown them off on coming in, a little while before. David offered his arm as they went down the icy steps. "It was so good of you to come at once," she said, as she accepted his assistance. "Is Miss Carleton there nowv" "Yes," he answered, "she was ready almost instantly. She is the same nurse that I met early one morning in that laundry office. She told me on the way back that Dr. Trent has done so much for the Home and for the poor. She says she owes her own life to his skill and care, and that no service she could render him would be great enough to express her gratitude. They all feel that way about him at the Home." Belle Cartleton met them at the bedroom door. "Dr. Trent has just spoken about you," 216 DR. TRENT. she said in a low tone to Bethany. "He has had several lucid intervals. Take off your hat before you go to him." Lee sat curled up in a big chair in a dark corner of the room, with Taffy hugged tight in his arms. An undefinable dread had taken pos- session of him. He looked up at Bethany, with a frightened, tearful expression, as she patted him on the cheek in passing. Dr. Trent opened his eyes when she sat down beside him, and took his hand. He smiled brightly as lie recognized her. "Richard's little girl!" he said in a hoarse whisper, for he could not speak audibly. "Dear old Dick." Then lie grew delirious again. It was only at intervals lie had these gleams of consciousness. After awhile his eyes closed wearily. He seemed to sink into a heavy stupor. Bethany sat holding his hand, wvith the tears silently drop- ping down into her lap as she looked at the worn fingers clasped over hers. What a world of good that hand had done! How unselfishly it had toiled on for others, to wipe out the brother's disgrace, to surround the little wife with comforts, to provide the boy 217 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. with the best of everything! Besides all that, it had filled, as far as lay in its power, every other needy hand, stretched out toward its sym- pathetic clasp. She sat beside him a long time, but he did not waken from the heavy sleep into which he had fallen, even wvhen she gently withdrew her fingers, and moved away to let Dr. Mills take her place. He had just comne in again. "Will you need me here to-night, Belle" asked Bethany. The nurse turned to Dr. Mills inquiringly. He shook his head. "MIiss Carleton can do all that is necessary," he said. "I shall come again about midnight, and stay the rest of the night, if I am needed. He will probably have no more rational awakenings while this fever keeps at such a frightful heat. If we can subdue that soon, he has such great vitality he may pull through all right." "You 'd better go back, dear," urged the nurse. "You have your work ahead of you to-rmorrow, and you look very tired." "I have an almost unbearable headache," admitted Bethany, "or I would not think of leaving. I would not go even for that, if I 218 DR. TRENT. thought he would have conscious intervals of ally length; but the doctor thinks that is hardly probable to-night. I '11 come back early in the morning. Maybe he will know me then." "Are you going, too" asked Lee, clinging vistfully to David's hand, as Bethany put on her hat. "Would you like me to stay" he asked, kindly. Lee swallowed hard, and winked fast to keep back the tears. "Everybody else is strangers," he said, with his lip trembling. David put his arm aroullnl him caressingly. His sympathies went otit strongly to the little lad, who might so soon be left fatherless. "Then I '11 come back and stay with you till you go to sleep, after I take Miss Hallam home," he promised. 219 CHAPTER XIII. A LITTLE PRODIGAL. EE wvas waiting disconsolately on the stairs, with Taffy beside him, when David opened the door and stepped into the hail. The landlady was up- stairs with the nurse, and all the boarders had gone to a concert, so the parlor was vacant, and David took the boy in there. He gave him an intricate clhain-l)Llzzle to work first, and after- ward. told him such entertainin- stories of his travels that Lee forgot his painful forebodings. The clock in the hall struck ten before either of them was aware how swiftly the time had passed. "Ihere 's a little fellow who does n't know where lie is to sleep," David said to the nurse, when they had noiselessly entered Dr. Trent's room. "WVe '1I cover him up warm on the sofa," shie said, kindly. "Ile 'd better not undress." David looked quickly across to the bed. "Is there any change" he asked, anxiously. 220 A LirrLE PRODIGAL. She nodded, and then motioned him. aside. "Would it be too much to ask you to stay a couple of hours longer, until D)r. Mills coties Lee clings to you so, and the en(l may be miiiclh nearer than we thought." "If I can be of any use, I '11 stay very will- ingly," he repliel. T1ey moved the sofa to the other side of the room, and the nurse began folding some blankets the landlady l)roughlt her to lay over it. "(Can 't you put somne more coal on the fire, dear" she asked Lee. Ile p)icke(l up a larger lump than lie could well inanage. The tongs slipped, and it fell with a great noise on the fender, breaking in lieces as it did so, then rattling over the hearth. rThey all turned apprehensively toward the bed. Tre heavy jarring sournd had thoroughly arouse(l r),. Trent from his stupor. Ile looked around the room as if trying to comprehend the situation. Ile seemled puzzled to account for D)avid's presence in the roomn, and drew his hand wonderingly across his burning forehead, then pressed it against his aching throat. The nurse bent over him to moisten his parched lips with a spoonful of water. 221 2 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Then he understood. A look of awe stole over his face, as he realized his condition. He held his hand out towards Lee, and the nurse, turning, beckoned the child to come. He folded the cold, treitibling little fingers in his hot hands. "Papa's-dear-little son!" he gasped in whis- pers. David turned his head away, his eyes suf- fused with hot tears. The scene recalled so vividly the night lie had crept to his father's bedside for the last time. His heart ached for the little fellow. "God-keep-you!" came in the saine hoarse whisper. Then he turned to the nurse, and with great effort spoke aloud, "Belle, pray !" David, standing with bowed head, while she knelt with. her arm around the frightened bov, listened to such a prayer as he had never heard before. lie had wondered one time how this woman could sacrifice everything in life for the sake of a man who died so many centuries ago. But as he listened now, to her lowv, earnest voice, he felt an unseen Presence in the room, as of the Christ to whom she spoke so confidingly. As she prayed that the Everlasting Arms 222 A LIrrLE PRODIGAI, might be ulnderneathl as this soul went down into the "valley of the shadowv," the doctor cried olit exultingly, "'T'here is no valley!" David loked ulp. TIe doctor's wvorn face was shining with an unspeakable happiness. lie stretched out his arms. "Jesus saves me! 0, the wonder of it!" His hands dropped. Gradually his eyes closed, and he relapsed into a stnpor, from which lie never aroised. Wheni l)r. Mills came at miidnight lie vas still breathing; but the street lights wvere b)eginning to fade in the gray, wintry (lawvn when BIelle Carleton reverently laid the lifeless hands across tlie still heart, anil tnrned to look at Lee. The child had sobbed himself to sleep on the sofa, and 1)avid had gone. 0, the pity of it, that we keep the heart's-ease of our appreciation to wreathe cold coffin-lids, and cover unresponisive clay! There was a constant stream of people pass- ing in andl out of the boarding-louise parlor all day. ]Bethany was not surprised at the great num- her who canme to do honor to Baxter Trent, nor 223 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. at the tearful accomnts of his helpful ininistra- tions front those he h1ad1 b)efrienlded. Bitt as she artangeled the great mnasses of flowers the;' 111tnglit, sit tlhoilmit sadly, 'O' why did n't they sen(1 these when lie ;vas in such sore need of love and sympathy Now it 's too late to make any difference." All sorts of people came. A man whose wrists 1ha(1 not vet forgotten the chafing of a eonvict's shaekles, touched one of the lilies that Bethany hiad pllaced on the table at the head of the casket. "lie live(l wihite!" the man said, shaking his liea(d inotrnfiulyv. "I reckon lie wvas ready to go if ever any 1 ody was." They happened to he alone in the room, and BSethaany repeated what the nuirse 1ha(1 told her of the doctor's triiinipltant passing. Late in the afternoon there was a timid knock at the (loor. Bethiany openel it, and saw two little waifs holsditig each other's cold, red liands. One 11a(d a ralr--e(l shawl Jinneld over her head, and the other wore a big, flapping sutibonnet, turned back from her thin, pitiful face. Their teeth were chattering with cold and baslhfldness. 224Z A LITTLIE PRODIGAL. "Mlissus," faltered the larger one, "we could ii't get no wreaves or crosses, but granlniy said lie wvollld like this "cause it 's so bright and go(l-lookin.' " The dirty little hand held out a stemless, yellow clhrysanthemunm. "Conme in, dears," said Bethiany softly, open- ing the door wide to the little ragai nuffins. They glanced around the nmass of blossoms filling the room, wvith a look of astonishinent that so nmiiehi beauty could be found in oIIe place. ".Jess," wh1isp)ered the oldest one to her sister, "'Pears like our 'n do n't slhowv up for much, be- side all these. I wislht lie knowed lve walked a mile through the snow to fetch it, and how sorry we was." Bethany hear d the disapp)ointed whisper. "Lfid you knowv him well " she aske(l. "I should rather say," answered the child. "Ile kep' us fromn starvin', all the time granny was down sick so long." "An' once lie took me and .Jess ridini' with him, awvay out in the country, and lie let us get out in a field and pick lots of yellow flowers, something like this, only littler. Did n't he, Jess" 15 225 IN LJ3AGUR WITH ISRAEL. The other child nodded, saying, as she wiped her eyes with the corner of her sister's shawl, "Granny says we '11 never have another friend like hill-l while the wolrld stan(ls." Iteeply toutched, Bethany held up the stem- less chrysantlheininiii. "See," she said, "I 'mn going to put it in the l)est place of all, right here by his handl." The (loor opened again to admit David Her- sehel. Before it closed the children had slipped bashfully away, still hand in hand. Bethany told him of their errand. "Who could have b)roilglht snore" she saidl, touecing the shining yellow flowver; "for with this little drop of gold is the myrrh of a childish grief, and the frankincense of a loving remembrance." She felt that he coild appreciate the pathos of the gift, and the love that prompted it. They had grown so much closer together in the last twenty-four hours. "You 'ye been here nearly all day, have n't you" he asked, noticing her tired face. "I wish you would go home and rest, and let me take your place awhile." He insisted so kindly that at last she yielded. 226 A LITTLE PRODIGAL. Her sympathies had been sorely wrought upon during the day, and she was nearly exhausted. After she had gone, lie sat down with his overcoat on, near the front window. 'lThere was only a smoldering remnant of a fire in the grate. The last rays of the sunset were streaming in between the slats of the shutters. Ile could hear the boys playing in the snowy streets, and the occasional tinkle of passing sleighlbells. "I wonder where Lee is," lie thought. He had not seen the child since morning. T'o working men came in presently. They looked long and silently at the doctor's )eaeefull face, and tiptoed awkwardly out again. Thc minutes dragged slowly by. The heavy perfume of the flowers made David dlrowsy, and lie leaned his head on his ]land. The door opened cautiously, and Lee looked in. His eyes were swollen with crying. lie did not see David sitting back in the shadow. Only one long ray of yellow sunlight shone in now, and it lay athwart the still form in the center of the room. 227 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. Lee paused just a moment beside it, then slipped noiselessly over to the grate. There was a pile of books unlder his arm. Ile stirred the (lying embers as quietly as he could, and one by one laid the books on the red coals. The v were the ones Jack had so unreservedly condemned. last of all he threw on a dogeared deck of cards. They blazed up, filling the room wvith light, and revealing David in his seat by the wvindowv. "O," cried Lee in alarm, "I did n't know any one was in here." Then leaning against the wall, he put his head on his arm, and began to sob in deeper dis- tress than lie had vet shown. lie felt in his pocket for a handkerchief, but there was none tlhere. l)avid took out his own and wiped the boy's wet face, as he drew him tenderly to his knee. "Now tell ine all about it," he saidl. Lee nestled against his shoulder, and cried harder for awhile. Then lie sobbed brokenly: "0, I 're been so b)ad, and lie never knew it! I caine in here early this morning before anybody was up, to tell him I was sorry-that I would be a good boy-but he was so cold when T touched him, and lie eould n't answer me! 0, papa, 228 A LITTLE PRODIGAL. papa!" lie Availed. "It 's so awful to be left all alone just a little boy like me!"' David folded him closer without speaking. No words could touch such a grief. Presently Lee sat up and unfolded a J)iece of paper. It wvas only the scrap of a fly-leaf, its jaged edges showing it had been torn frouim somne school-book. "Do yon think it wvill hurt if I put this in. his pocket" lie asked in. a trembling voice. " I wvant him to take it with hili. I felt like if I burned up those books in here, anmd put this in his pocket, he 'd know howv sorry I wvas." David took the bit of paper, all blistered] with boyish tears, where a penitent little hand, out of the depths of a desolate little heart, had scrawled the prominise: "Dear Papa,-I wvill be good." A sob shook the man's strong framne as lie read it. "I think lie Nvill he very glad to have you give him that," lie answered. "You 'd better put it iii his pocket before any one conies iii." Lee slipped down from his lap, and crossed the room. "0, 1 can 't," he nmoaned, attempting to lift the lifeless hands. 229 230 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. David reached down, and unbuttoning the coat, laid the promise of the little prodigal gently on his father's heart, to await its reading in the glad light of the resurrection morning. Then he called some one else to take his place, and went to telephone for a sleigh. In a little while he was driving through the twilight out one of the white country roads, with Lee beside him, that nature's wintry solitudes might lay a cool hand of healing sympathy on the boy's sore heart. Bethany took him home with her after the funeral, and kept him a week. Aliss Caroline and Miss Harriet petted bin with all the ardor of their mnotlherly old hearts. Jack did his best to amuse him, and with the elasticity of childhood, he began to recover his usual vivacity. "This can not go on always," MNIr. Marion said to Bethany one day. Ile had gone up to the office to talk to her about it. Dr. Trent had left a small insurance, request- ing that Frank Mlarion be alpl)ointe(l gu-ardian. "Ray wants him," continued l Mr. Marion. "She would have turned the house into an or- phan asylum long ago if I had allowed it. But A LITTLE PRODIGAL. she has so many demands on her time and strength that I am unwvilling to have her taxed any more. You see, for instance, if we should take Lee, I am away from home so much, that the greater part of the care and responsibility would fall on her. Just now his father's death has touched him, and he is making a great effort to do all right; but it will be a bard fight for him in a big place like this, so full of temptations to a boy of his age. Ile would be a constant care. The only thing I can see is to put him in some private school for a few years." "Let me keep him till after Christmas," urged Bethany. "I can't bear to let the little fellow go away among strangers this near the holidav season. I keep thinking, What if it were Jack" "flow would it do for me to take him out on my next trip" suggested -Mr. Marion. "I will be gone two weeks, just to little country towns in the northern part of the State, where lie could have a variety of scenes to amnuse him." "That will be fine!" answered Bethiainy. "I 'm sure he wvill like it." Lee was somewhat afraid of his tall, digitni- fied guardian. He had a secret fear that he 231 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAML. would always be preaching to him, or telling him Bible stories. He hoped that the customers would keep him very busy during the day, and he resolved alvays to go to bed early enough to escape any curtain lectures that might be in store for him. To his great relief, Mir. Marion proved the jolliest of traveling compajanions. Ihere was no preaching. lie did not even try to make sly hints at the boy's past behavior by tacking a moral on to the end of his stories, anti he only laughed when Taffy cravled out of the innocent- looking brown paper bundle that Lee would not put out of his arms until after the train had started. Such long sleigh-rides as they had across the open country between little towns! Suich fine skating plaees lie found while Mr. Marion was busy with his customers! It was a picnic in ten chapters, he told one of the drivers. One afternoon, as they drove over the hard, frozen pike, one of the horses began to limp. "Shoe 's condin' off," said the driver. Lucky we 're near Sikes's smithy. It 's jes' round the next bend, over the bridge." The smoky blacksmith-shop, with its flying 232 A LIrrLE PRODIGAL. sparks and noisy anvils, was nothing new to Lee. He had often hung around one in the city. In fact, there were few places lie had not ex- plored. The smith wvas a loud, blatant fellowv, so in the habit of using rough language that every sentence was accompanied with an oath. Mr. Marion had taken Lee in to varni by the fire. "I wonder what that horrible noise is!" he said. They had heard a harsh, grating sound, like some discordant grinding, ever since they caine in sight of the shop. Sikes pointed over his shoulder with his sooty thumb. "It 's anl ole mill back yender. It 's out o' gear soniewv'eres. It set ine plunl) crazy at first, but I 'm gettin' used to it now." "Let 's go over and investigate," said Mr. Marion, anxious to get Lee out of such polluted atmosphere. The miller, an easy-going old fellow, nearly as broad as he was long, did not even take the trouble to remove the pipe from his mouth, as he answered: "O, that! That 's nothing but just one of the cogs is gone out of one of the wheels. 233 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. I keep thinking I'll get it fixed; but there 's always a grist a-waiting, so somehow I never get 'round to it. Does make an or'nery sound for a fact, stranger; but if I don't niind it, reckon nobody else need worry." "Lazy old scoundrel," laughed Mr. Marion, after they had passed out of doors again. "I do n't see how he stands such a horrible noise. It is a nuisance to the whole neighborhood." When be reported the conversation at the smithy, Sikes swore at the miller soundly. Frank Marion's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward. "Look here, Sikes," he exclaimed, in a tone that made every one in the shop pause to listen, "you 've got a bigger cog missing in you than the old mill has, and it makes you a sight bigger nuisance to the neighborhood. You have lost your reverence for all that is holy. You go grinding away by yourself, leaving out God, leaving out Christ, making a miserable failure of your life grist, and every time you open your lips, your blasphemous words tell the story of the missing cog. If that old mill-wheel makes such a hateful sound, what kind of a discord do 2,34 A LITTLE PRODIGAL. you suppose your life is making in the ears of your Heavenly Father" Sikes looked at him an instant irresolutely. His first impulse was to knock himi over with the heavy hammer he held; but the truth of the fearless words struck home, and lie could not help respecting the man who had the courage to utter them. "Beg pardon, sir," he said at last. "I had no idee you was a parson. I laid out as you was a drummer." "I am a drummer," answered Marion. "I am a wholesale shoe-merchant now; but I spent so many years on the road for this same house before I went into the firm, that I often go out over my old territory." Sikes regarded him curiously. "Strikes me vou 've got sermons and shoe-leather pretty badly mixed up," he said. Afterward, when he had watelied the sleigh disappear down the road, he picked up the bel- lonws and worked them in an absent-minded sort of a way. "A drummer!" lie repeated uhi(ler his breath. "A drummer! I '11 be-blowed!" 235 IN LEAGUE; WITH ISRAEL. The incident made a profound impression on Lee. A loop in the road brought them in sight of the old mill again. "We do n't want to have any cogs missing, do we, son!" said Mr. Marion, first pinching the boy's rosy cheek, and then stooping to tuck the buffalo robes more snugly around hini. The subject was not referred to again, but the lesson was not forgotten. Sunday was passed at a little country hotel. They walked to the Church a mile away in the morning. Time hung heavy on Lee's hands in the afternoon while Mr. Marion was reading. If it had not been for Taffy, it wvould have been insufferably dull. He had a slight cold, so Mr. Marion did not take him out to the night service. lie left him playing with the landlady's baby in the hotel parlor. That amusement did not last long, however. The baby was put to bed, and some of the neighbors came in for a visit. Lee felt out of place. and wvent up to their room. It was the best the house afforded, hut it was far from being an attractive place. The walls were strikingly white and bare. A hideous green and purple quilt covered the bed. The 236 A LITTLE PRODIGAL. rag carpet wvas a dull, faded gray. 'The lamp smoked when lie turned it up, and smelled strongly of coal-oil wvlmen lie turned it down. Ile felt so lonely and homesick that lie con- cld(led to go to bed. It wvas very early. Ile couldr not sleep, but lay there in the dark, lis- tening to somebody's rocking-chair, going squeakety squeak in the parlor below. Ile wished he could be as comfortable and content as Taffy, curled up in some flannel in a shoe-box, on a chair l)eside the bed. He reached out, and stroked the puppy's soft back. The feeling came over him as he did so, that there was n't anybody in all the world for him, really to belong to. It was the first time since Bethany took hint home that he had felt like crying. Now lie lay and sobbed softly to himself till lie heard Mr. AMarion's step on the stairs. Ile grew quiet then, and kept his eyes closedl. Mr. Marion lighted the lamp, putting a high- hacked chair in front of it, so that it could not shine on the lIed. He picked up his Bible that wvas lying, on the table, and, turning the leaves very quietly that lie might not disturb Lee, fonnd the ni-ht's leqqon. 237 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. A stifled sniffle imade hini pause. After a long time lie heard another. Laying down his book, lie stepped tip to the bed. Lee was per- fectly motionless, but the pillow was wet, and his face streaked with traces of tears. Marion, with his hands thrust in his pockets, stood look- ing at hium. All the fatherly impulses of his nature were stirred by the pitifili little face on the pillow. Ile knelt (dowil and put his strong armn ten- (lerly over the boy. "Lee," lie said, "look up here, son." Lee glanced timidly at the bearded face so near his own. "You were lying here in the dark, crying because you felt that there was nobody left to love you. Now put your arms around my neck, dear, while I tell you something. I had a little child once. I can never begin to tell you how I loved her. When she died it nearly broke my heart. But I said, for her sake I shall love all children, and try to make them happy. Because her little feet knew the way home to God, I shall try to keep all other children in the same pure path. For her sake, first, I loved you; 238 A LITTLE PRODIGAL. now, since we have been together, for your own. I want you to feel that I am such a close friend that you can always come to me just as freely as you did to your father." The boy's clasp around his neek tightened. "But, Lee, there will be times in your life when you will need greater help than I can give; and because I know just how you will be tried, and tempted, and discouraged, I want you to take the best of friends for your own right now. I want von to take Jesus. Will you do this" Lee hlesitate(l, and then said in a half-fright- ened whisler, "I (1o n't know how." "Did You ever ask your papa to forgive you after you had been very naughty" asked Mr. Marion. "O yes," cried Lee, "but it was too late." Between his choking sobs lie told of the promise lying on his father's heart, in the far-off grave under the cemetery cedars. Mr. Marion controlled his voice with an effort, as he pointed out the way so surely and so simply that Lee could not fail to understand. Then, with his arm still around him, he prayed; and the boy, following him step by step 239 240 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRARL. through that earnest prayer, groped his way to his Savior. It was a time never to be forgotten by either Frank Marion or Lee. They lay awake till long after midnight, too happy even to think of sleep. CHAPTER XIV. HERZENRUIIE. STORY has come down to us of a cricket that,hidden awayin anl old oak chest, fotind its way to the New World in the hold of the Mayflower. When night came, and the strange loneliness of those winter wilds made the bravest heart appalled; when little children held with homesick long- ing to their mother's hands, and talked of Eng- land's bonny hedgerows, then the brave little cricket came oit on the hearthstone; and its familiar chirp, bringing back the cheer of the happy past, comforted the children, and sang new hopes into the hearts of their eldlers. With every vessel that has touched the New World's shores since that time have conie these fireside voices. Wliether stowed away in the ample chests of the first Virginians, or bound in the bundles of the last steerage passengers just landed at Castle Garden, some quaint eus- toim of a distant Fatherland has alwavs folded its 16 241 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. wings, ready to chir) on the new hearthstone, the fanili jar even-song of the old. ,rhat is how the American celebration of Clhristitias has become so cosmopolitan in its character. It is a chorus of all the customs that, cricket-like, have journeyed to us, each with its song of an "anld lang syne." "I should like to have a little of everytlhing this year," remarked M1iss Caroline, as, pencil in hand, she prepared to make a long ueino- rand iini. It was two weeks before Christmas, and she had called a family council in her room, after Jack had gone to bed. AIrs. Afarion and Lois were there, l)usily emniroidering. "It is the first time we have had a home of our own for so many years, or been where there is a child in the family," adde(l Mliss Harriet, "that we ought to make quite an occasion of it." "Now, my idea," remarked Miss Caroline, "is to begin back with the mistletoe of the Druids, and then the holly and plum-pudding of old England. I 'm sorry we can't have the Yule log and the wassail-bowvl and the dear little 242 HURZENRUH.2 Christmas waits. It must flave been so lovely. But we can have a tree (lCristinas eve, with all the beautiful German custommis that go wvith it. Jack must hang up his stocking by the chimminey, whether lie believes in Santa Claus or not. Then we must read up all the Scandinavian and Dutch and Flemish customs, and observe just as many as we can." "And all this just for Jack and Lee," said Mrs. Marion, thoughtfully. "Blless you, no," exclaimed Mliss Caroline. "Ja(k is going to invite ten poor children that the Jiuniior -Merey and Help Departmnent have reported. lie is so grateful for being al)le to walk a little, that lhe wants to give up his whole Christmas to them." "What do you want me to do" asked Lois. "I 'm through with my last present now, and am ready for anything, from serving a dinner to the slums to playing a bagpipe for its enter- tainment." As she spoke she snipped the last thread of silk with her little silver scissors, and tossed the pieee of embroidery into Bethany's lap. Bethany spread it out admiringly. "You 243 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. are a true artist, Lois," she said. "These sweet peas look as if they had just been gathered. 'They would almost tempt the bees." "They 're not as natural as Ray's butter- cups," answve1e(l Lois. "You can't guess whom she 's making that table-cover for" Mrs. M1arion held it up for them to see. "For that dear old grandmother where we were enter- tained at (hattanooga last sumimer," she said. "I)o n't von remember Mrs. Warford, B3ethany She could n't hear well enou-gh to enjoy the meetings, or to talk to us nmeh, but her face was a perpetual welcomne. S1he asked me into her room one day, and showed me a great bunch of red clover some one had sent her from the country. Site seented so pleased with it, and told me al)olt the clover chains shte used to make, and the lmttereups she usedl to pick in the mead- ows at borne, with all the artlessness of a child. That is why I ehose this design." '"T1here never was another like you, Cousin Ray," said Bethany. "You remember every- thing and everybody at Christmas, and I do n't see how you ever manage to get through with so much work." "Love lightens labor," quoted AMiss Harriet, 244 HERZENRU HE. sententiously. "At least that 's what my old copy-book used to say." "And it also said, if I remember aright," said Miss Caroline, a little severely, " 'Plan out your work, and work out your plan.' It 's high time wye -were settling down to business, if we expect to accomplish anything." While this Christmas council was in session in Miss Caroline's room, another was being held in an old farm-house in the northern part of the State, by Gottlieb Ilartmann's wife and daughter. Everything in the room gave evi- dence of German thrift and neatness, from the shining brass andirons on the hearth, to the geraniums blooming on the xvindowv-sill. "Herzenruhe" was the namne of the home Gottlieb Hartmann had left behind him in the Fatherland, when he canie to America a poor emigrant boy; and that wvas the name now carved on the arch that spanned the wide entrance-gate, leading to the homne and the well-tilled acres that he had earned by years of steady, honest toil. It was indeed "heart's-ease," or heart-rest, to every wayfarer sheltered under its ample roof- tree. 245 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. He had accumulated his property by careful economy, but he gave out with the same con- scientious spirit with which he gathered ill. No matter when the summons might come, at night- fall or at cock-crowing, he was ready to give an account of his faithful stewardship. Not only hadl he divided his bread with the hungry, but lie had given time andl personal care, and a share in his own home-life, to those who were in need. More than one young farmer, jogging past IHerzenruhe in a wagon of his own, looked grate- ftully up the long lane, and remembered that he osved the steady habits of his manhood and his present prosperity to Gottliebl Hartmann. For ill all the years since he had had a place of his own, there had seldom been a time when some homeless boy or another had not been a member of his household. He was an old man now, white-haired and rheumatic, and called grandfather by all the country side; but he was still young at heart, sweet and sound to the very core, like a hardy winter apple. His children had all married and gone farther West, except his oldest daughter, Carlotta, whom no one had ever been able to 246 HERZENRUIHE. lure away from her comfortable home-nest. She was an energetic, self-willed little body, and had gradually assumed control until the entire house- hold revolved around her. Just now she had wheeled her sewing-machine beside the table, on which the evening lamp stood, and was prepar- ing to dress a whole family of dolls to be packed in the Christmas boxes that were soon to be sent West. Her mother sat on one side of the fireplace, her sweet, wrinkled old face bright with the loving thoughts that her needles were putting into a little red mitten, destined for one of the boxes. "It will be the first Christmas since I can remember," said Carlotta, "that there will be no little ones here, and no tree to light. Ben's boy was here last year, and all of Mary's children the year before. It 's a pity they are so far away. It will just spoil my Christmas." Mr. Hartmann laid down the German Ad- vocate lie was reading. "Ach, Lotta," he said, "I forgot to tell you. There will be a little lad here to-morrow to take dinner with us. When I was in town to-day I 247 IN LEAGUEP WITH ISRAEL. met our good friend, Frank Marion, and he had a boy with him whose father is just dead, and he is the guardian." "How many years has it been since Mr. Mla- rion first came here" asked Carlotta. "Seems to me I was only a little girl, and now I have pulled out lots of gray hairs already." "It has been twenty years at least," answered her mother. "it was while we were building the ice-house, I know." "Yes," assented her husband, "I bad gone into Ridgeville one Saturday to get some new boots, and I mnet himi in the shoestore. Ile was just a young fellow making his first trip, and lie seemed so strange and homesick that when I found lie was a country boy and a strong Mleth- odist, I brought him out here to stay over Sun- day with us." "I remember you brought hiiui right into the kitchen vwhere I was dropping noodles in the soup," answee(l Mrs. Hartmann, "and he has seemed to feel like one of the family ever since." "Ves, lie has never missed coming out here every time lie has been in this part of the State, from that day to this," said Mr. Hartmann, tak- nug uip his paper again. 248 HERZENRUH HE. Meanwhile, in the Ridgeville Hotel, three miles away, Mr. Marion was telling Lee of all the pleasant things that awaited him at Herzen- ruhe. The boy was so impatient to start that he could hardly wait for the time to come, and he dreamed all night of the country. Mr. Marion saw very little of him during the visit. The delighted child spent all his time in the barn, or in the dairy, helping Miss Carlotta. "O, I wish we did n't ever have to go away," he said. "There 's the dearest little colt in the barn, and six Holstein calves, and a big pond in the pasture coveredl with ice!" Later he confided to Mr. Marion, "Miss Car- lotta makes doughnuts every Saturday, and she says there 's bushels of hickory-nuts in the garret." When Miss Carlotta found that Mr. Marion was going on to the next town before starting home, she insisted on keeping Lee until his re- turn. "Let him get some of 'the sun and wind into his pulses.' It will be good for him," she said. "Nobody knows better than I," answered Mr. Marion, "the sweet wholesomeness of country living. I should be glad to leave him 249 250 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. in such an atmosphere always. He would de- velop into a much purer manhood, and I amn sure would be far happier." Miss Carlotta shook her head sagely. "We '11 see," she said. "Do n't say anything to him about it, but we '11 try him while you 're gone, and then I '11 talk to father. He seems right handy about the chores, and there is a good school near here." Twvo days later, when Mr. Marion came back, he wvent out to the barn to find Lee. The boy had just scrambled out of a haymow with his hat full of eggs. His face was beaming. "I 've learned to milk," he said proudly, "and I rode to the post-office this afternoon, horseback." "Do you like it here, my boy" asked Mr. Marion. "Like it!" repeated Lee, emphatically. "Well I should say! Mr. HIartmann is just the grandfatheriest old grandfather I ever knew, and they 're all so good to me." It proved to be a very eventful journey for the boy; for after some discussion about his board, it was arranged that he should come back to the farm after the holidays. HERZENRUHE. "Do I have to wait till then" he asked. "Why could n't I stay right on, now I 'in here. You could send my clothes to me, and it would n't cost near as much as to go home first." "What will Betlhany say" asked Mr. MTa- rion. "She is planning for a big tree and lots of fun Christmas." "But papa won't be there," pleaded Lee. "I 'd so much rather stay here than go back to town and find him gone." "Then you slhall stay," exclaimed -Miss Car- lotta, touched by the expression of his face. "We '11 have a tree here. You can dig one up in the woods yourself." When Mfr. Marion drove away, Lee rode down the lane with him to open the big gate. After lie had driven through he turned for one more look. The boy stood under the archway waving good-bye with his cap. The late afternoon sun shone brightly on the happy face, and illumi- nated the snow, still clinging to the quaintly carved letters on the arch above, till it seemed they were all golden letters that spelled the name of Herzenrulie. 251 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. This holiday season would have been a sad time for Bethany, had she allowed herself to listen to the voices of Christmas past, but Baxter Trent's example helped her. She turned reso- lutely away from her memories, saying: "I xvill be like him. No heart shall ever have the shadow of my sorrow thrown across it." Full of one thought only, to bring some hap- piness into every life that touched her own, she found herself sharing the delight of every child she saw crowding its face against the great show windows. She anticipated the pleasure that would attend the opening of each bundle carried by every purchaser that jostled against her in the street. lIt was impossible for her to breathe the general air of festivity at home, and not carry something of the Christmas spirit to the office with her. "Everybody has caught the contagion," she said gayly, coming into the office Saturday after- noon, with sparkling eyes, and snowflakes still clinging to her dark furs. "I saw that old bach- elor, Mr. Crookshaw, whom everybody thinks so miserly, going along with a little red cart uinder his arm, and a tin locomotive bulging out of his pocket." 252 HERZENRUHE. ".Jack is missing a great deal," said David, "by not being down-town every day." "O no, indeed!" she exclaimed. "He is nearly wild now with the excitement of the prep- arations that are going on at homie. That re- nminds me, lie has written a special invitation for you to l)e present at the lighting of his tree (1hristmias eve. lie put it in iny mnuff, so that I could not possibly forget. I ami sure you will enjoy watching the children,'' she added, after she had told him of their various plans, "and I hope you will be sure to eomie." "Thank von," le resp)on(led, wvarmly. "That is the second invitatioii I have hIa(l this after- noon. Mr. Marion has just been in to ask ine to attend the Leagiue's devotional meeting to-mior- row night. lie says it will be especially inter- esting on aceouit of the season, and insists that 'tirn about is fair play.' le wvent to our Atone- Inent-(lay services, an(d lie wants ine to be presemit at his Christmas services." "We shall be very glad to have you come," said Bethany. "Dr. Bascomn is to lea(l the meet- ing instead of any of the youing people, who nsually take turns. I can not tell how such a 25,3 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. meeting might inpress an outsider; to me they are very inspiring and helpful." That night, as she sat in her room indulging in a few mjinutes of meditation before putting out the light, she reviewed her acquaintance wvith David Herschel. 11er conscience con- demned her for the little use she had inade of her opportunity. It had been four months since he had come into the office, and while they had several timies (iscussed their respective religions, she had never found an occasion when she could iiiake a per- sonal appeal to him to accept Christ. Once when she had been about to do so, lie had al)rliptly walked away, and another time, a client had interrulpted them. "I must speak to him frankly," she said. Then she knelt and prayed that something might lbe sai(l or sung in the service of the morrow that wvoiil(l prepare the way for such a conversation. David felt decidedly out of place Sunday evening as he took a seat in the back part of the room, in the least conspicuous corner he could find. They were singing when he entered. He 254 HERZENRU HER. recognized the time. It was the one lie had heard at Chattanooga-"Nearer, my God, to rlThee." It seeile(1 to bring the whole scene before him-the sunrise-the vast concourse of people, and the earnestness that thrilled every soul. At the close of the song, another was an- nounce(' in a voice that lie thought lie recog- nized. Ile leane(l forward to make sure. Yes, he ha(l l)een correct. It was lLewson Raleigh's- one of the keenest, most scholarly lawyers at the bar, and a man lie met daily. Tle was leaning back in his seat, beating time with his left hand, as lie led the tune with his strong tenor voice. Ile sang as if lie heartily enjoyed it, and meant every word and note. David moved over to make room for a new- comer. From his changed position he coul(l see a nuniber of people he recognized: Mr. and Mrs. Marion, Lois Deinning, and the Courtney sisters. lietbany was seated at the piano. Presently the door from the pastor's study opened, and Dr. Bascom came in and took his seat beside the president of the League. "Look at Dr. TBascomn," lie heard some one 255 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. behind him whisper to her escort. "What do you suppose cold have happened His face actually shines." David hadI been watching it ever since lie took his seat. It was a benign, pleasant face at all times, but just now it seenmed to have caught the reflection of a great light. Everybody in the room noticed it. I)avid, quick to make OlH lestailuent comparisons, thought of Moses com- ing (lowfn the mountain front a talk with God. lie felt as positively, as if he ha(l seen for him- self, that the minister had just risen from his knees, and had collme in among them, radiant fronm the uinspeakable joy of that comnrnunion. Every one present began to feel its influence. The prophecy Dr. Bascom had chosen for reading, was one they had heard many times, lbiit it seeniel a new proelarnation as lie (leli- ered it: "Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is giv en." Something of tlhe gladness that must have rung through the song of the heralds on that first Christmas night, seemed to thrill the min- ister's voice as he read. lhel lie turned to Lnke's account oif the 256 HERZENRUHE. shepherds abiding in the fields by night-that beautiful old story, that will always be new un- til the stars that still shine nightly over Bethle- hem shall have ceased to be a vonder. As the service progressed, David began to feel that he wvas not in a church, but that he had stumbled by mistake on some family re- union. Everything was so informal. They told the experiences of the past -week, the blessings and the trials that had come to them sincc they had last seen each other. Sometimes they stood; oftener they spoke from where they sat, just as they would have talked in soiie biome-cirele. And through it all they seemed to recognize a Divine presence in the room, to whom they spoke at intervals with reverence, with humility, but with the deepest love and gratitude. As David listened to voice after voice testi- fyin g to a personal knowledge of Christ as a Savior, he was forced to admit to himself that they possessed something to which he was an utter stranger. When Ilewson Raleigh arose, David listened with still greater interest. lie knew him to be an eloquent lawyer, and had heard him a number 17 257 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. of times in rousing political speeches, and once in a masterly oration over the Nation's dead on Memorial-day. lie knew what a power the man had with a jury, and he knew what respect even his enemies had for his unimpeachable veracity and honor. Raleigh stood up now, quiet and unimpas- sioned as when examining a witness, to give his own (lear, direct, lawyer-like testimony. lie said: "There may be soine here to-night to whom the prophecy that was read, and the story of the Advent, are only of historic interest. To such I do not come with the sayings of the prophets, or to repeat the tidings of the shep- herds, or to ask any one's credence because the apostles and martyrs and Christians of all times believed. I tell you that which I myself do know. The Holy Spirit has led me to the Christ. If he were only an ethical teacher, if he were not the Son of God, he could not have entered into my life, and transformed it as he has done. My star of hope is far more real to me than the stars outside that lighted my way to this room to-night. I have knelt at his feet and wor- shiped, and gone on my way rejoicing. I know that through the sacrifice he offered on 258 HERZENRUHE Calvary my atonement is made, and I stand before the Father justified, through faith in his only-begotten. The voice that bears witness to this may not be audible to you; but though all the voices in the universe were combined to dispute it, they would be as nothing to that still, small voice within that whispers peace- the witness of the Spirit." On the Day of Atonement Marion and Crag- more had not been half so surprised at hearing the League benediction intoned by rabbi and choir, as was David when the familiar blessing of the synagogue -was repeated in unison by those of another faith: "The Lord bless thee and keep thee. The Lord make his face to shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee. The Lord lift up his counte- nance upon thee, and give thee peace." David had heard so much of Methodists that he had expected noisy demonstrations and great exhibitions of emnotion. Ile had found enthusiastic singing and hearty responses of amen during the prayers; but while the prevail- ing spirit seemed one of intense earnestness, it had the depth and quiet of some great, resist- less under-current. 259 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. He slipped out of the room after the bene- diction, fearful of meeting curious glances. A member of the reception coimnittee managed to shake hands with him, but his friends had not discovered his attendance. Two things followed him persistently. The expression of Dr. Bascom's face, and Hewson Raleigh's emphatic "I know." He took the last train out to Hillhollow, wishing he had staid away from the League meeting. It haunted him, and made him un- comfortable. He walked the floor until long after mid- night. Even sleep brought him no rest, for in his dreams he was still groping blindly in the dark for something-he knew not what-but something xvise men had found long years ago in a starlit manger, earth's "Herzenruhe." 260 CHAPTER XV. ON CHRISTMAS EVE. T was Christmas eve, and nearing the time for Bethany to leave the office. She stood, with her wraps on, by one of the windows, waiting for Mr. Ed- munds to come back. She had a message to deliver before she could leave, and she expected him momentarily. In the street below people were hurrying by with their arms full of bundles. She was impatient to be gone, too. There were a great many finishing touches for her to give the tall tree in the drawing-room at home. She had worked till the last moment at noon, and locked the door regretfully on the gayly- decked room, with its mingled odors of pine boughs and oranges, always so suggestive of Christmas festivities. While she stood there, she heard steps in the hall. 261 IN LEAGU'- WITH ISRAEL. "O, I thought you were Mr. Edmunds," she exclaimed, as David entered. It was the first time he had been at the office that day. "I have a message for him. Have you seen him any- where " "No," answered David. "I have just come in from Hillhollow. Marta has telegraphed that she is coming home on the night train, so I shall not be able to accept Jack's invitation. She had not expected to come at all during the holidays; but one of the teachers was called home, and she could not resist the temptation to accompany her, although she can only stay until the end of the week." As Bethany expressed her regrets at Jack's disappointment, David picked up a small pack- age that lay on his desk. "O, the expressman left that for you a little while ago," she said. "Your Christmas is be- ginning early." She turned again to the window, peering out through the dusk, while David lighted the gas-jet over his desk, and proceeded to open the package. It occurred to her that here wvas a time, while all the world was turning towards the 262 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Niessiah on this anniversary eve of his coming, that she might venture to speak of him. Before she could decide just how to begin, David spoke to her: "Do you care to look, Miss Hallam I would like for you to see it." He held a little silver case towards her, on which a handsome monogram was heavily en- graved. As she touched the spring it flew open, show- ing an exquisitely painted miniature on ivory. She gave an involuntary cry of delight. "What a beautiful girl," she exclaimed. "It is one of the loveliest faces I ever saw." She scrutinized it carefully, studying it with an art- ist's evident pleasure. Then she looked up with a smile. "This must be the one Rabbi Barthold spoke to me about," she said. "He said that she was rightly named Esther, for it means star, and her great, dark eyes always made him think of star- light." "How long ago since he told you that" asked David in surprise. "When we first began taking Hebrew les- sons," she answered. 263 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "And did lie tell you we are bethrothed" "Yes." David felt annoyed. He knew intuitively why his old friend had departed so from his usual scrupulousness regarding a confidence. He had intimated to David, when he had first met Miss Hallam, that she was an unusually fascinating girl, and he feared that their growing friendship might gradually lessen the young man's interest in Esther, whom lie saw only at long intervals, as she lived in a distant city. "I had hoped to have the pleasure of telling you myself," said David. "I have often wondered what she is like," answered Bethany, "and I am glad to have this opportunity of offering my congratulations. I wish that she lived here that I might make her acquaintance. I do not know whven I have seen a face that has captivated me so." "Thank you," replied David, flushing with pleasure. A tender smile lighted his eyes as he glanced at the miniature again before closing the case. "She wvill come to Hillhollow in the spring," he added proudly. They heard Mr. Edmuinds's voice in the hall. Bethanv held out her hand. 264 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. "I shall not see you again until next week, I suppose," she said, "so let me wish you a very happy Christmas." He kept her hand in his an instant as he repeated her greeting, then, looking earnestly down into the upturned face, added gently in Hebrew, the old benediction-"Peace be upon you." It was quite dark when she stepped out into the streets. She thought of David and Esther all the way home. At first she thought of them with a tender smile curving her lips, as she entered unselfishly into the happiness of the little romance she had discovered. Then she thought of them with tears in her eyes and a chill in her heart, as some little waif might stand shivering on the outside of a win- dow, looking in on a happy scene, xhose warmth and comfort he could not share. The joy of her own betrothal, and the desolation that ended it, surged back over her so overwhelmingly that she /was in no mood for merry-making when she reached home. She longed to slip quietly away to her own room, and spend the evening in the dark with 265 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. her memories. She had to wait a moment on the threshold before she could summon strength enough to go in cheerfully. Mrs. Marion and Lois were in the dining- room helping the sisters decorate the long table, where the children were to be served with supper immediately on their arrival. "Frank and Jack have gone out in a sleigh to gather them up," said Mrs. Marion. "They '11 soon be here, so you '11 not have much time to dress." "All right," responded Bethany, "I '11 go in a minute. AMr. Herschel can't come, so you may as well take off one plate." "But George Cragmore can," said Mliss Caro-: line, pausing on her way to the kitchen. "I asked him this morning, and forgot to say anything about it." Then she trotted out for a cake-knife, bliss- fully unconscious of the grimace Bethany made behind her back. "O lear!" she exclaimed to Lois, "Atiss Caro- line means all right, but she is a born match- maker. She has taken a violent faney to Mr. Cragmore, and wants me to do the same, She thinks she is so very deep, and so very wary in 266 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. the way she lays her plans, that I '11 never sus- pect; but the dear old soul is as transparent as a window-pane. I can see every move she makes." "What about Mr. Cragmore " asked Lois. "Is he conscious of her efforts in his behalf" "O no. lie thinks that she is a dear, motherly old lady, and is always paying her some flatter- ing attention. It is wvell worth his vhile, for she makes him perfectly at home here, keeps his pockets full of goodies, as if he were an over- grown boy (which he is in some respects), and treats him with the consideration due a bishop. She is alwvays going out to Clarke Street to hear him preach, and quoting his sermons to him afterwards. There he is nowv !" she ex- claimed, as two short rings and one long one were given the front door-bell. "So he even has his especial signals," laughed Lois. "He must be on a very familiar footing, indeed." "Ile got into that habit when he first started to calling by to take me up to the Hebrew class," she explained. "Aliss Caroline encouraged him ill it." 267 IN LRAGUR WITH ISRAEL. Just then Miss Caroline came hurrying through the room to receive him. "Bethany, dear," she said in an excited stage whisper, "you 'd better run up the back stairs. And do put on your best dress, and a rose in your hair, just to please me. Now, won't you" Bethany and Lois looked at each other and laughed. "I 'd like to shock her by going in just as I ami," said Bethany; "but as it 's Christmnas-timie I suppose I must be good and please everybody." It was not long before a great stamping of many snowy little feet announced the arrival of the Christmas guests. They catie into the house with such rosy, happy faces, that no one thought of the patched clothes and ragged shoes. "Dear hearts, I wish we could have a hun- dred instead of ten," sighed Miss Harriet, as she helped seat them at the table. "They look as though they never once had enough to eat in all their little lives." "They shall have it now," declared Miss Caroline heartily, "if George Cragmore does n't 268 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. keep themi laughing so har d they can't eat. Just hear the ian a" She had never seen him in such a gay humor, or heard him tell such irresistibly funny stories as the ones he brought out for the entertainment of these poor little guests, who bad never known anything but the depressing poverty of the most wretched homes. Mr. Marion was the good St. Nicholas who had found them, and spirited them away to this enchanted land; but Cragmore wvas the Aladdin who rubbed his lamp until their eyes wvere dazzled by the wonderful scenes he conjured up for them. When the dinner was over, and everything had been taken off the table but the flowers and candles and bonbon dishes, he lifted the smallest child of all front her high chair, and took her on his knee. With his arms around her, he began to tell the story of the first Christmas. IHis voice was very deep and sweet, and lie told it so wvell one could almost see the dark, silent plains and the white sheep huddled together, an(l the shepherds keeping watch by night. 269 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. One by one the children slipped down from their chairs, and crowded closer around him. He had never preached before to such a breathless audience, andl he had never put into his sermons such gentleness and pathos and power. Ile was thinking of their poor, neglected lives, and how much they needed the love of One who could sympathize to the utmost, be- cause he was born among the lowly, and "was despised and rejected of men." When he had finished, the tears stood in his eyes with the intensity of his feeling, and the children were very quiet. The little girl on his lap drew a long breath. Tlien she snmiled up in his face, and, putting her arin around his neck, leaned her head against 1imll. There was a bugle-call from the library, and Jack led the children away to listen to an orchestra composed of boys from the League, who had volunteered their services for the oc- casion. While they were playing some old carols, Mtiss Caroline called Mfr. Crragmore aside. "I 've sent Bethany to light the candles on the tree in 270 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. the drawing-room," she said. "Alay be you can help her." Lois heard the whisper, and his hearty re- sponse, "Mlay the saints bless you for that now!" She hurried into the ball to intercept Bethany. "Abh ba, my lady," she said teasingly, "you needn't be putting everything off onto poor Aunt Caroline. I 've just now discovered that she is only somebody's cat's-paw." Bethany was irritated. She had been greatly touched by the winning tenderness of Crag- more's manner with the children. If there had been no memory of a past love in her life, she could have found in this man all the qualities that Nvotld inspire the deepest affection; but with that memory always present, she resented the slightest word that hinted of his interest in her. She made Lois go with her to light the tapers, and that mischief-loving girl thoroughly enjoyed forestalling the little private interview bMiss Caroline had planned for her protege. It was still early in the evening, while the children were romping around the dismantled tree, that Cragmore announced his intention of leaving. 271 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. "I promised to talk at a Hebrewv mission to-night," he explained, in answver to the remon- -Arances that greeted him onl all sides. "By the way," lie exclaimed, "I intended to tell you about that, and I must stay a moment longer to do it." lHe hung his overcoat on the back of a tall chair, and folded his arms across it. "The other day I made the acquaintance of a Russian Jew, Sigmund Ragolsky. He has a remarkable history. He married an English Jewess, was a rabbi in Glasgow for a long time, and is now a Baptist preacher, converted after a fourteen years' struggle against a growing be- lief in the truth of Christianity. The story of his life sounds like a romance. He was so strictly orthodox that he would not strike a match on the Sabbath. He wvould have starved before he would have touched food that had not been prepared according to ritual. He is here for the purpose of establishing a Hebrew mission. You should see the people who come to hear him. They are nearly all from that poor class in the tenement district. One can hardly be- lieve they belong to the same raee with Rabbi Barthold and his cultured friends. Ragolsky, 272 ON CHRISTMAS EVE. though, is a scholar, and T should like to hear the two men debate. lie says the Reform Jews are no Jews at all-that they are the hardest peoj)le in the vorld to convert, l)ecause they look for no Messiah, accept only the Scripture that suits them, and are so xvell satisfied with them- selves that they feel no need of any mediator between them and eternal holiness. They feel fullyequaltothe task of making their own atone- ment. Rabbi Barthold sass that the orthodox are narrow fanatics, and that the majority of them live two lives-one towards God, of slavish religious observances; the other towvards man, of sharp practices and double-dealing. I want you to hear Ragolsky preach some night. I 'I tell you his story some other time." "Tell me this much now," said Bethany, as he picked up his overcoat again; "did he have to give up his family as Mr. Lessing did " "No, indeed. Happily his wife and children were converted also. Ile had two rich lrothers- in-law in Cape Colony, Africa, who cut them off without a shilling, but he is not grieving over that, I can assure you. 0, lie is so ftull of his purpose, and is such a happy Christian! If we were all as constantly about the Master's busi- 18 273 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. ness as he is, the millennium would soon be here." Afterward, when the children had been taken home, and the feast and the tree, and the people vho gave them, were only blissful mem- ories in their happy little hearts, Bethany stood by the window in her room, holding aside the curtain. Everything outside was covered with snow. She was thinking of Ragolsky and Lessing, and wondering which of the two fates would be David Ilersehel's, if he should ever become a Christian. Would Esther's love for her people be stronger than her love for him She knew how tenaciously the women of Israel cling to their faith, yet she felt that it was no ordinary l)ond that held these two to- gether. Looking up beyond the starlighted heavens, lBethany whispered a very heartfelt prayer for David and the beautiful, dark-eyed girl who was to be his bride; and like an answering omen of good, over the white roofs of the city came the joyful clangor of the Christmas chimes. 274 CHAPTER XVI. A " WATCH-NIGHT " CONSECRATION. i HE office work for the old year was all done. Mr. Edmunds bad locked his desk and gone home. David would soon follow. Ile had only some private correspondence to finish. Bethany sat nervously assorting the letters in the different pigeon-holes of her desk. Ninety-five was slippillg out into the eternities. It had brought her a prayed-for opportunity; it was carrying away a far different record from the one she had planned. She felt that she could not bear to have it go in that way, yet an unaccountable reticence sealed her lips. I)avid had been in the office very little dur- ing the past week, only long enough to get his mail. This afternoon lhe had a worried, pre- occupied look that made it all the harder for Bletllany to say what was trembling on her lips. She hbear(l bini slipl)ing the letter into the 275 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. envelope. He would be gone in just another moment. Now lie was putting on his overcoat. 0, she must say somnetliing! Her heart beat violently, and her face grew hot. She shut her eves an instant, and sent up a swift, despairing appeal for help. David strolled into the room with his hat in his hand, and stood beside her table. "Well, the old year is about over, Miss Hal- lam," he said, gravely. "It has brought me a great many unexpected experiences, but the most unexpected of all is the one that led to our acquaintance. In wishing you a happy new year, I want to tell you what a pleasure your friendship has been to me in the old." Bethanv found sudden speech as she took the proffered hand. "And I want to tell you, 11r. Herschel, that I have not only been wishing, but praying car- nestly, that in this newv year you may find the greatest happiness earth holds-the peace that comes in accepting Christ as a Savior." He turned from her abruptly, and, with his hands thrust in his overcoat pockets, began pac- ing lip and down the room with quick, excited stridles. 276i A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 27 7 "You, too!" lie cried desperately. "I seem to be pursued. Every way I turn, the same thing is thrust at me. For weeks I have been fighting against it-O, longer than that-since I first talked to Lessing. Then there wvas Dr. Trent's leath, and that nurse's prayer, and the League meeting Frank Marion persuaded me into at- tending. Cragmore has talked to me so often, too. I can answer arguments, but I can't an- swer such lives and faith as theirs. Yesterday morning I had a letter from Lee-little Lee Trent-thanking me for a book I had sent him, and even that child had something to say. He told me about his conversion. Last night curi- osity led me down town to hear a Russian Jew preach to a lot of rough people in an old ware- house by the river. His text was Pilate's ques- tion, 'What shall I do then with Jesus, which is called Christ' It was n't a sermon. There was n't a single argument in it. It was just a tragically-told story of the Nazarene's trial and death sentence-bit lie made it such a personal matter. All last night, and all day to-day those words have tormented me bevond endurance, 'What shall I do What shall I do with this Jesus called Christ!'" IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. He kept on restlessly pacing back and forth in silence. Then he broke out again: "I saw a man converted, as you call it, down there last night. He had been a rough, blas- phemous drunkard that I have seen in the police courts many a time. I saw him fall on his knees at the altar, groaning for mercy, and I saw him, when he stood up after a while, with a face like a different creature's, all transformed by a great joy, crying out that he had been pardoned for Christ's sake. I just stood and looked at him, and wondered which of us is nearer the truth. If I am right, what a poor, deluded fool he is! But if he is right, good God-" He stopped abruptly. "Ar. Herschel," said Bethany, slowly, "if you were convinced that, by going on some cer- tain pilgriIIage, you could find Truth, but that the finding would shatter your belief in the creed you cling to now, would you undertake the journey Which is stronger in you, the love for the faith of your fathers, or an honest desire for Truth, regardless of long-cherished opinion " For a moment there was no answver. Then he threw back his shoulders resolutely. "I would take the journey," he said, with 278 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 279 decision. "If I am wrong I want to know it." Bethany slipped a little Testament out of one of the pigeon-holes, and handed it to him, opened at the place where the answer to Thomas was heavily underscored: "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way and the truth and the life; no man cometh unto the Father but by me." "Follow that path," she said, simply. "The door has never been opened to you, because you have never knocked. You have no personal knowledge of Christ, because you have never sought for it. He has never revealed himself to you, because you have never asked him to do so." He turned to her impatiently. "Could you honestly pray to Confucius" lie asked; "or Isaiah, or Elijah, or John the Baptist This Jewish teacher is no more to me than any other man who has taught and died. How can I pray to him, then" Bethany fingered the leaves of her little Testament, her heart fluttering nervously. "I wish you would take this and read it," she said. "It would answer you far better than I can." IN LEAGUE WITHi ISRAEL. "I have read it," lie replied, "a number of years ago. I could see nothing in it." "0, but you read it simply as a critic," she answered. "See!" she cried eagerly, turning the leaves to find another place she had marked. "Paul wrote this about the children of Israel: 'Their minds were blinded: for until this day remaineth the same veil' (the one told about in Exodus, you know) 'untaken away, in the reading of the Old Testament; which veil is done away in Christ. But even unto this day, when Mloses is read, the veil is upon their heart. Nevertheless, when it shall turn to the Lord, the veil shall be taken away.'" "Where does it say that" he asked, incred- iulously. lie took the book, and turning back to the first of the chapter, commenced to read. The great bell in the court-house tower be- gan clanging six. "I must go," he said; "but I '11 take this with me and look through it another time." "I wish you. would come to the -watch-meet- in- to-night," she said, wistfully. "It is from ten until midnight. All the Leagues in the city meet at Garrison Avenue." 280 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 281 He slipped the book in his pocket, and but- tonled up his overcoat. A sudden reserve of manner seemed to envelop him at the same time. "No, thank you," he answered, drawing on his gloves. "I have an informal invitation from some friends in HIillhollow to dance the old year out and the new year in." His tone seemed so flippant after the recent depth of feeling lie had betrayed, that it jarred on Bethany's earnest mood like a discord. He moved toward the door. "No matter where you may be," she said as he opened it, "I shall be praying for you." After he had gone, Betbany still sat at her desk, mechanically assorting the letters. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she had quite forgotten it was time to go home. The door opened, and Frank Marion came in. He was followed by Cragmore, who was going home with him to dinner. "All alone" asked Mr. Marion in surprise. "Where 's David We dropped in to invite him around to the watel-ineeting to-night." "He has just gone," answered Bethany. "I asked him, but he declined on account of a pre- IN LwLAGUE WITH ISRAEL. vious engagement. 0, Cousin Frank," she ex- claimed, "I do believe he is almost convinced of the truth of Christianity!" She repeated the conversation that had just taken place. "He has been fighting against that convic- tion for some time," answered Mr. Marion. "I had a talk with him last week." "What do you suppose Rabbi Barthold would say if Mr. Herschel should become a Christian" asked Bethany. "Ah, I asked the old gentleman that very question yesterday," exclaimed Mr. Cragmore. "It astounded him at first. I could see that the mere thought of such apostasy in one he loves as dearly as his young David, wounded him sorely. 0, it grieved him to the heart! But lie is a noble soul, broad-minded and generous. He did not answer for a moment, and when he finally spoke I could see what an effort the words cost him: "'David is a child no longer,' he said, slowly. 'He has a right to choose for himself. I would rather read the rites of burial over his dead body than to see him cut loose from the faith in which I have so carefully trained him; but no matter 282 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 283 what course he pursues, I am sure of one thing, his absolute honesty of purpose. Whatever he does, will be from a deep conviction of right. I, who was denounced and misunderstood in my vouth because I cast aside the weight of ortho- doxy that bound me down spiritually, should be the last one to condemn the same independence of thought in others.' " "Herschel would have less opposition to contend with than any Jew I know," remarked Mr. Marion. "That little sister of his would be rather pleased than otherwise, and, I think, would soon follow his example." Bethany thought of Esther, but said nothing. "We '1I make it a subject of prayer to- night," said Cragmore, who had been appointed to lead the meeting. "Yes," answered Marion, clapping his friend on the shoulder. Then he quoted emphatic- ally: " 'And this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to his will, he heareth us.' "Let 's ask him right now!" cried Cragmore, in his impetuous way. He slipped the bolt in the door, and kneeling IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. beside David's desk, began praying for his ab- sent friend as he would have pleaded for his life. Then Marion followed with the same un- faltering earnestness, and after his voice ceased, Bethany took up the petition. "Nobody need tell me that those prayers are not heard," exclaimed Marion, triumphantly, as he arose from his knees. "I know better. Come, Bethany; if you are ready to go, we will walk as far as the avenue with you." As they went down-stairs together, he kept singing softly under his breath, "Blessed be the name, blessed be the name of the Lord!" By ten o'clock the League-room of the Garri- son Avenue Church was crowded. George Cragmore had prepared a carefully- studied address for the occasion; but during the half hour of the song service preceding it, while he studied the faces of his audience, his heart began to be strangely burdened for David and his people. He covered his eyes with his hand a moment, and sent up a swift prayer for guid- ance, before he arose to speak. "My friends," he said in his deep, musical voice, "I had thought to talk to you to-night of 'spiritual growth,' but just now, as I have been 284 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 285 sitting here, God had put another message into my mouth. We are all children of one Father who have met in this room, and for that reason you will bear with me now for the strangeness of the questions I shall ask, and the seeming harshness of my words. This is a time for honest self-examination. I should like to know how many, during the year just gone, have contrib- uted in any way to the support of Home and Foreign Missions " Every one in the room arose. "How many have tried, by prayer, daily in- fluence, and direct appeal, to bring some one to Christ " Again every one arose. "How many of you, during the past year, have spoken to a Jew about your Savior, or in any way evinced to any one of them a personal interest in the salvation of that race" Looks of surprise were exchanged among the Leaguers, and many smiled at the question. Only two arose, Mr. Marion and Bethany Hal- lam. When they had taken their seats again there was a moment of intense silence. The earnest solemnity of the minister was felt by every one IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. present. They waited almost breathlessly for what was coming. "There is a young Jew in this city to-night whose heart is turning lovingly towards your Savior and mine. I have come to ask your prayers in his behalf, that the stumbling-blocks in his way may be removed. But it is not for him alone my soul is burdened. I seem to hear Isaiah's voice crying out to me, 'Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her that her warfare is accomplished, that her in- iquity is pardoned.' And then I seem to hear another voice that through the thunderings of Sinai proclaims, 'Thou shalt not bear false wit- ness.' Ah! the Christian Church has been weighed in the balance and found wanting. It must read a terrible handwriting on the wall in the fact that Israel's eyes have not been opened to the fulfillment of prophecy. For had she seen Christ in the daily life of every fol- lower since he was first preached in that little Church at Antioch, we would have had a race of Sauls turned Pauls! We are Christ's witnesses to all nmen. Do all men see Christ in us, or only 286 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 287 a false, misleading image of him He cherished no racial prejudices. He turned away from no man with a look of scorn, or a cold shrug of in- difference. He drew no line across which his sympathies and love and helping hands should not reach. When we do these things; are we not bearing false witness to the character of him whose name we have assumed, and the emblem of whose cross we wear I can not believe that any of us here have been willfully neglectful of this corner of the Lord's vineyard. It must be because your hearts and hands were full of other interests that you have been indifferent to this." Then le told them of Lessing and Ragolsky and David, and called on them to pray that his friend miight find the light lie was seeking. A dozen earnest prayers were offered in quick suc- cession, and every heart went out in sympathy to this young Jew, whomii they longed to see happy in the consciousness of a personal Savior. David had not gone out to Hillhollow. He dined at the restaurant, and was just starting leisurely down to time depot when he found that his wateh told the same time as when le had( IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. looked at it an hour before. It must have been stopped even sonie time before that. At any rate it had made him too late for the train. The next one would not leave till nine o'clock. Ile stood on a corner debating how to pass the time, and finally concluded to go back to the office for a magazine he had borrowed from Rabbi Bart- hold, and take it home to him. His steps echoed strangely through the de- serted hall as he climbed the stairs to the office. He lighted the gas, and sat down to look through the papers on his desk for the magazine. But when he had found it, he still sat there idly, drumming with his fingers on the rounds of his chair. After awhile he took Bethany's Testament out of his pocket, and began to read. It was marked heavily with many marginal notes and underscored passages, that he examined with a great deal of curiosity. Beginning with Mat- thew's account of the wise men's search, he read steadily on through the four Gospels, past Acts, and through some of Paul's epistles. It was after ten by the office clock when he finished the letter to the Hebrews. He piut the book down with a groan, and, 288 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 289 folding his arms on the desk, wearily laid his head on them. Just then Bethany's parting words echoed in his ears, "No matter where you may be, I shall be praying for you." It had irritated him at the moment. Now there was comfort in the thought that she might be interceding in his behalf. He loved the faith of his fathers. He was proud of every drop of Israelitish blood that coursed through his veins. Ile felt that nothing could induce him to re- nounce Judaisnm-nothing! Yet his heart went out lovingly toward the Christ that had been so won(lerfully revealed to him as he read. The conviction was slowly forcing itself on his mind that in accepting him he would not be giving up Judaism, that he would only be ac- cepting the Messiah long promised to his own people-only believing fulfilled prophecy. Ile wanted him so-this Christ who seemed able to satisfy every longing of his heart, which just now was 'hungering and thirsting after righteousness;' this Christ who had so loved the world that he had given himself a willing sac- rifice to make propitiation for its sins-for his- David Herschel's sins. 19 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. The old questions of the Trinity and the In- carnation came back to perplex him, and he put them resolutely away, remembering the words that Bethany had quoted, that when Israel should turn to the Lord, the veil should be taken from its heart. Suddenly he started to his feet, and with his hands clasped above his head, cried out: "O, Thou Eternal, take away the veil! Show me Christ! I will give up anything-everything that stands in the way of my accepting him, if thou wilt but make him manifest!" He threw himself on his knees in an agony of supplication, and then rising, walked the floor. Time and again he knelt to pray, and again rose in despair to pace back and forth. He hardly knew what to expect, but Paul's conversion had been attended by such miracu- lous manifestations that he felt that some great revelation must certainly be made to him. Opening the little Testament at random, he saw the words, "If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." 290 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 291 "I do believe it," he said aloud. "And I will confess it the first opportunity I have. Yes, I will go right now and tell Uncle Ezra-no mat- ter what it may cause him to say to me." He looked at the clock again. The old year was almost gone. It was nearly midnight. Rabbi Barthold would be asleep. Then he re- membered the watch-night service Bethany bad asked him to attend. Cragmore and Marion would be there. He would go and tell them. He started rapidly down the street, saying to himself: "How queer this seems! Here am 1, a Jew, on my way to confess before men that I believe a Galilean peasant is the Son of God. I do n't understand the mystery of it, but I do believe in some way the promised atonement has been made, and that it avails for me." le (lung to that hope all the way down to the Church. It was growing stronger every step. Bethany had risen to take her plaee at the piano at the announcement of another hymn, when the door opened and David Hersehel stood in their midst. Not even glancing at the startled members of the League, he walked across the 292 IN LRKAGUE WITH ISRAEL. room and held out one hand to Cragmore and the other to Marion. His voice thrilled his list- eners with its intensity of purl)ose. "I have come to confess before you the be- lief that your Jesus is the Christ, and that through him I shall be saved." Then a look of happy wonderment shone in his face, as the dawning consciousness of his ac- ceptance became clearer to him. "Why, I am saved! Now!" he cried in joy- ful surprise. I Glad tears sprang to many eyes, and only one exclamation could express the depth of Frank Marion's gratitude-an old-fashioned shout of "Glory to God!" Yes, an old, old fashion-for it came in when "the morning stars sang to- gether, and all the sons of God shouted for joy." "O, I must tell the whole world!" cried David. "Come!" exclaimed Cragmore, turning to those around him, and laying his hand on David's shoulder; "here is another Saul turned Paul. Who such missionaries of the cross as these redeemed sons of Abraham 1eagued with such an Tsrael, we eould soon tell all the world. Who will join the alliance" A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 293 In answer they came crowding around David, with warm hand-clasps and sympathetic words, till the bells all over the city began toll- ing the hour of midnight. At a word from Cragmore they knelt in the final prayer of consecration. There was a deep silence. Then the leader's voice began: "The untried paths of the new year stretch out into unknown distances. But trusting in an Allwise Father, in a grace-giving Christ, and the sustaining presence of the Holy Spirit, how many will sing with me: tere lie leads me I will fol low, \Where He leads me I Wil fol -low Wiere IT leads me I will f 1 ow. - a g ITllg t iHim th lint allthe wa IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. The melody arose, sweet and subdued, as every voice covenanted with his. "But some of Ius may have planned out cer- tain paths for our own feet, that lead alluringly to ease and approbation. Think! God may call us into obscure bypatlis, into ways that lead to no earthly recompense, to lowly service and un- requited toil. Can we still sing it Let us wait. Let us consider and be verv sure." In the prayerful silence, David thought of his profession and the hopes of the great suc- cess that it was his ambition to attain. Could he give it up, and spend his life in an unappreci- ated ministry to his people He wavered. But just then he bad a vision of the Christ. lie seemed to see a footsore, tired man, holding out his hands in blessing to the motley crowds that thronged him; and again he saw the same patient form stumbling wearily along tinder a heavy beam of wood, scourged, mocked, spit upon, nailed to the cross, for-him! David shuddered, and he took up the re- frain: "I 'Il go with Him, with Him, all the way." "It may be that, so far as ambition and per- sonal plans are concerned, we are willing to put 294 A WATCH-NIGHT CONSECRATION. 295 ourselves entirely in God's hands; but suppose he should call for our hearts' best beloved, are we willing to make of this hour a Mount Mloriah, on which we sacrifice our Isaaes-our all Do we consecrate ourselves entirely Will we go with hinm all the way, no matter through what dark Gethsemane lie may see best to lead us" Again David wavered as Esther's beautiful face came before him. "O God! anything but that!" he cried out passionately. Cragmore felt him trembling, and, reaching out, clasped his hand, and prayed silently that strength might be given him to imake the con- secration complete. "I '11 go with Him, with Him, all the way!" David's voice sung it unfalteringly. When they arose the tears were streaming down his cheeks, but a great light was in his face, and a great peace in his heart. The Christ had been revealed to him. A new life and a new year had been born together. No, the story is not done, but the rest of it can not be written until it has first been lived. 296 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. In God's good time the shuttles of his pur- poses shall weave these life-webs to the finish. Some threads may cross and twine, some be widely parted, and some be snapped asunder. Who can tell The new year has only begun. But we know that all things work together for good to those who give tbemnselves into the eternal keeping, and- 'God 's in his heaven." SILENT KEYS. INCE, in a shadowy old cathedral, a young girl sat at the great organ, _ playing over and over a simple mel- ody for a group of children to sing. They were rehearsing the parts they were to take in the Christmas choruses. It was not long before every voice had caught the sweet old tune of "Joy to the World," and as their little feet pattered down the solemn aisles, the song was carried with them to the work and play of the streets outside. As the girl turned to follow, she found the old white-haired organist, a master-musician, standing beside her. "Why did you not strike all the keys, little sister" he asked. "You have left silent some of the sweetest and deepest. Listen! This is what you should have put into your song." As he spoke, his powerful hands touched the key-board, till the great cathedral seemed to 297 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. tremble with the mighty symphony that filled it-"Joy to the world, the Lord is come!" High, sweet notes, like the matin-songs of sky-larks, fluttered away from his touch, and went winging their flight-up and up-beyond all mortal hearing. Down the deep, full chords and majestic octaves rolled the triumphal glad- ness. Every key seemed to find a voice, as the hands of the old musician swept through the variations of "Antioch." Tears filled the young girl's eyes, and when he had finished she said sadly: "Ah, only a master-hand could do that-bring out the varied tones of those silent keys, and yet through it all keep the thread of the song clear and unbroken. All those divine harmonies wvere in my soul as I played, yet had I tried to give expression to them, I might have wandered away from the simple motif that I would have the children remember always. In trying to span those fuller chords you strike so easily, or in reaching always for the highest notes, I would have failed to impress them with the part they are to take in the choruses, and they would not have gone out as they did just now, singing their joy to the wvorld," 298 SILENT KEYS. Maybe some such master may turn the pages of this story, and feel the same impatience at its incompleteness. Here in this place he would have added, with strong touches, many a con- vincing argument. There he would have spoken with the voice of a sage or prophet, and he may turn axvay, saying: "Why did you not strike all the keys, little sister You have left silent some of the sweetest and deepest." The answver is the same. Only a master- hand can sweep the gamut of history and human weaknesses and dogmas and creeds, touch the discordant elements of controversy and criticism in all their variations, and at the same time keep the simple theme constantly throbbing through them, so strong and full and clear it can never be forgotten. The purpose of this story is accomplished if it has only attracted the attention of the League to a neglected duty, and struck a higher key-note of endeavor. But the League must not stop with that. There is only one song that will ever bring universal joy to this old, tear-blinded world, and that is that the Lord is come, and that he is risen indeed in the lives of his followers. 299 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. True, the veriest child may lisp it; but the League should not be content simply to do that. It should be the master-musician, so familiar with the great complexity of human doubts and longings, that it will lknow just what chord to touch in every heart it is striving to help. Go back to the days of the dispersion, and follow this Ishmael through his almost limitless desert of persecution-his hand against every man because every man's hand was against him. Put yourself in his place until your vision grows broad and your sympathy deep. Chafe against his limitations. Stumble over his ob- stacles, and in so doing learn where best to place the stepping-stones. Dig down through the strata of tradition, below all the manifold ceremonies of his formal worship, until you come to the bed-rock of prin- ciple underlying them. When you have thus studied Judaism, its prophets, its priesthood, its patriots-when you have traced its sinuous path from Abraham's tent to the Temple gates, and then followed its diverging lines on into almost every hamlet of both hemispheres, you will have learned some- 300 SILENT KEYS. thing more than the history of Judaism. You will have read the story of the whole race of Adam, and you will have fitted yourself far better to serve humanity. Christ reached his hearers through his inti- mate knowledge of them. He never talked to shepherds of fishing-nets, nor to vine-dressers of flocks. He gave the same water of life to the woman at Jacob's wvell that he bestowed on the ruler who came to him by night. Yet how differently he presented it to the ignorant Sa- maritan and the learned Nicodemus. To this end, then, study these creeds and systems; for instance, the unity of God, clung to alike by the Hebrew persistently reiterating his Shemang, and the Moslem crying "God is God, and Mohammed is his prophet!" Follow this belief in the Unity, as it goes deeply channeling its way through centuries of Semitic thought, until it enters the very life- blood. You can trace its influence even down into the early Christian Church, in the hot dis- putes of Arius and his followers, at the Council of Nicea. Not until you comprehend how idolatrous 301 IN LEAGUE WITH ISRAEL. the worship of the Trinity seems to a Jew, can you understand what a stumbling-block lies be- tween him and the acceptance of his Messiah. You wvill find this study of Judaism reaching out like a banyan-tree, striking root and branch- ing again and again in so many different places that it seems that it must certainly, by some one of its manifold ramifications, shadow every great problem and people. In the first conception of this story it was purposed to place considerable emphasis on a number of things that have been left untouched, especially the colonization schemes of the phi- lanthropic Barons Hirsch and De Rothschild, and the prophecies concerning the return of the Jews to Palestine. But prophecy, while always a most interest- ing and profitable subject for research and study, leads into an unmapped country of speculation. Many an enthusiast, not recognizing that on God's great calendar a thousand years are but as a day, has attempted to solve the mysteries of Revelations by the same numerical system with which he calculates his assets and liabili- ties. As we examine this subject, we must not forget the vast difference between our finite :302 SILENT KuYs. 303 yardsticks, and the reed of the angel who meas- ured the city. God grant that, as the tree thrown into the stream of Mlarah changed its bitter waters into wholesome, life-giving sweetness, so this study of Israel, earnestly and honestly pursued, may turn all bitterness of prejudice into the broad, sweet spirit of true brotherhood!