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door, and only a few steps wide from was n't bad-about an hour." And they the outer wall of the brothers' side to sing, without the artifice of organ or the outer wall of the sisters'; and his of piano even, without a choir, just voice fills the neighborhood and an- sing, the unexhausted preacher leading nounces the nearness of the chapel to from his desk. And then they pass the people getting off

ballots and elect a the car at the nex

Sunday-school sucorner. He leans over

perintendent, oldand his reading-desk; hc

young voting, from emphasizes his peri

the smallest who are ods resoundingly up

old enough to direct on it; he crouches;

a pencil up to the he springs to to his

white-haired sleeper, height. It is an ath

refreshed from his letic fervor of ex

nap. Have they all hortation; it would

stayed through, I need a strong man

wonder, from Sunto sustain such an

day-school straight exhausting business

through. They have through meeting af

their Sunday-school ter meeting. He al

papers, and

have most loses his bal

hospitably given one ance at the edge of

with the hymn-book his platform, keeps

to the stranger withit, and admonishes

in their doors, so I the table that stands

judge they have. on the floor below it

There is more busiwith his fist as if it

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ness yet, which the were the sinful "Unseating the scornful"

preacher goes on world. Amen!"

with while the elec“That's true!" "Yes!" "That's right!" ion committee counts the ballots on the “Amen!” rises and falls the accom- table at the foot of the pulpit-desk, and panying chorus from the pews. A the young people exchange remarks no white, old head slips jerkily back and longer repressible, and the very young, forth in the manner of one going un- the babies, whose voices have been makgovernably to sleep; its white, old beard ing an unnoticed undercurrent of small stands straight out. Suddenly one last pipings all the time, change tone and jerk wakes the uncomfortable sleeper; begin to be insistent, with a rising and his mouth snaps shut, and his eyes open earnest wrath at these protracted hours. for one minute. “That's true!'” he It is not the mood of reverence here ejaculates fervently, and yields to sleep again. "Listen!” shouts the preacher, like a pistol-shot, and all wandering thoughts jerk back to hear about the sinner, once pious, who slipped from grace and did things that "in all my lifetime I never thought he would do,' because he was a hypocrite, deceiving and self-deceived, of an unfounded false semblance of religion worse than none. The preacher wipes his brow, glances

"An elder" at the clock, and changes his voice to conversational.

—not reverence for life or man or God, "I preached short," he said, with an say I, the alien, swayed by the outsides understanding smile, looking round up- of things. In this form, too, that Proon his friends and neighbors. “That tean, strange urging in the soul of man comes to expression, as genuine in its their little, little babies, new mothers, kind-his manifold, mastering belief in waiting till the end of the service, when something beyond thạt sets him a duty the priest will come down in his robes and dictates him a law. Week-days are and give them baptism there in the space not enough to live in; besides the house behind the pews. A very young mother, of daily habitation, there must be the with a broad, tranquil peasant face, meeting-house for Sundays, where one pushes the door open and comes in, and may be rebuked, reminded, and may stands for a moment hushing tiny murfortify his determination with new murings from the morsel in her arms, armor for the six days to come, buck- so little, so swathed, and so motionling it firmly on with each “That 's less it seems scarcely yet alive,-and true!” “Amen!” looking vigilantly the people in the back pew sit closer around to see whether his neighbors and make room for her, reverencing the buckle theirs,

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Madonna there, too. Before the altar too. Duty is

the young boys in their vesture of white harsh; all men

lawn and scarlet kneel, and their young are vile; it is the

voices rise in the service, and the preacher's busi

heavenly choir-I think it must be, for ness to chastise,

I see nothing, and music comes heartand, unseating

shakingly from behind me and abovethe scornful, to

the heavenly point the finger

choir pours a at him and to

flood. of music hold him up to

over their light the deserved rep

tones; and the robation of man

priest, standing kind

in the middle of I do not know

their kneeling what the Men

white-and-scarnonite Church

let row, is a figmeans. I cannot

ure so splendid understand its

in his luminous preacher. Hel

robe of

green speaks a foreign

and gold, with tongue. His

his face to the words are En

altar and his glish, but their

back to the significance is

church, and his foreign to my

arms uplifted, soul. I cannot go

that my spirit is there again. I

content, my ears, am an esthete

alone in this Poin religion, a ro- "Slovaks come to their Catholic Church .

lish congregamanticist. I shall and kneel on the bare floor to the very doors" tion, understandgo down the hill

ing not one word. and across the bridge, rather, to the Or sometimes, having wandered, in place where a little white chapel stands choosing, I will turn back past the low on a hilly lot, shut in by a high fence, stone Greek Church on its hillside, and and set on a high foundation, so that the little Italian, and the square, brickone must climb a dozen steps to its door. built Hungarian on opposite sides of In its steep yard the flags of the United the street, and on toward the Irish States and Poland hang together and in- Catholic, whose high, gray stone spire vite the young man to the Polish re- slenderly pierces heaven, and when I cruiting station. At the top of the steps come to the Windish Evangelical Luththe door can scarcely be pushed open eran, holding its gold crosses aloft on for the kneeling worshipers behind the its red-tiled steeple, there I will stop, crowded pews.

Women are there with and pushing open its door, I will sit in

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the midst of its Windish people, a for- niche to enshrine the embodied doceigner, while the congregation sings on trine_one voice, rich, full, and beautiand on in strains unfamiliar to my ears, ful, speaks on and on, a voice whose lifted by the pealing organ, falling strange, æolian quality, like only one again and again into strange supplicat- other I ever heard, holds me enthralled. ing minors, pierced by the high voices I do not know what it is about, that of the boy choir—on and on, a great voice. It holds one vibrant sound till sweeping onrush of song in which one the next sweeps by it on great wings feels mankind making utter offering of like strong winds. It sings, speaking; his soul to the limitless something, but it is without all artifice. I sit in somewhere, he dreams of. Or I will the flow of sound merely. I am the sit content when the voices cease, and foreigner; only I understand no word. one voice, speaking out of the candle- And when I come out, it is America, lit radiance high up over the altar, after all, and I walk back through the where the springing arch begins and Moravian Cemetery in the quiet sunall the lines of the walls bend and con- light and see the other people going verge to make the church one great home from church.

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HE 's not exactly overdressed, but dressed like a bride. There's a differEverything about

ence.

her is patently new, as if her elaborate shoe-buckles had just been taken out of the box and her hair marcelled ten minutes ago. She 's very pretty, is n't she?"

Two women, poles apart, and the man who chose between them as he had to choose. A thoughtful view of the old "triangle" through distinctly modern eyes

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"Ye-es, though a shade complacent and of the type that takes on flesh. She has a few pounds too much even now. But nobody need stay fat."

The crocheting brigade on the hotel veranda dropped the bride and a few stitches to take up the pros and cons of dieting. Two or three of the women could not keep their wistful glances from straying to the girl under discussion, she seemed so young and lighthearted as she chatted away to her husband.

The little bride had just learned something which appealed to her as "perfectly delicious."

"Guess who is here, Dicky, at this very hotel? It's a rich joke on you to bring your wife here to flaunt in Sylvia's face."

"Here she in this hotel-Sylvia?" Richard Dalton repeated rather stupidly.

He experienced a tremendous sensation of emancipation. It did n't matter. He had broken the spell which had held him. He rose to his feet as if swept up at that moment by a wave of exhilaration.

Closed Gentians

By MARGARET BUSBEE SHIPP

"Let us go into our room," he said, "unless you are willing to run the risk of being kissed before that row of tab

Illustrations by S. H. Wainwright

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we've a long ride this afternoon.” her. “Like sunshine on brown leaves

He thought of her mother's amiable under clear water." face and heavy body.

It was inarticulate, but she always You 'll grow too plump if you never seemed tenderer when he was inchoate take any exercise.”

and inarticulate than when he accom“You can't object to more of me,” plished a well-turned phrase. she returned with unruffled equanimity. “It 's the same difference one feels “Bring me some chocolates, Dicky.” between a bed of cannas, carefully

She pursed her lips to be kissed, and arranged as to size and color, and a he kissed the soft pink cheek as well. clematis tossing a white spray of bloom

The hotel was built at the foot of the by the wayside,” Sylvia had said. mountain, and a short walk brought With a sudden flash of wings the Dalton to the woods. He disdained the bird had gone, and they were free to rustic sign which indicated "Laurel speak. Lane" and "Lover's Leap," and turned “It is good to see you, Richard.” into a by-path which presently left him Sylvia and her mother had always to make its own trail up the mountain- called him Richard. He had been side. Yet there was some spirit of the aware of a secret relief when Louise's forest he failed to find. His mind choice fell upon "Dicky." slipped off to an investment; he began “How well you look!” She scanned to figure the per cent. He came to him- his face with earnest frankness. "Are self with a sense of irritation; he had you and Louise at the hotel?always been able to forget the mechan- “Only until this afternoon. We are ism of life when in the woods, and to motoring on to Highlands. What have find a sense of communion with the you been doing since your return from trees, the cool, shady spaces, the tiny California?" flowers, which Sylcia would stoop to A certain constraint came into his caress. Perhaps that was the difference. voice. For how many summers had he Before, he had walked with Sylvia. begun the day with his letter to her, Lifting up his eyes, he saw her.

and now he had not known her whereIt was characteristic of her that she abouts for months! forgot to speak. She lost sight of the She laughed, the elusive, elfin laughfact that it was an occasion on which ter which is the gift of Peter Pan. she should speak with undiminished “Richard, it is too absurd to tell, but cordiality when for the first time since I've been frivolous, I 've been gay; his marriage she saw the man who had I 'm not quite sure if I have n't been wooed her for many years; but she indiscreet. I suppose it was the reacmerely put up a warning hand with an tion from war work. I 've been with imperative little gesture he knew. He Jim and Mary Adderson at their wondrew nearer, treading noiselessly. She derful place, and there have been house had taught his forest-craft. Her body parties galore and nice men and pleaswas swaying forward as she listened to ant women, and I've been riding, dancthe note of the shy wood-thrush. She ing, golfing, and even Airting a little. was hatless, and the sunshine which Last week I came here to escape from filtered through the trees touched the quite so many diversions into the woods brown of her hair—the soft brown of pine-needles. Her eyes were hazel. Her There were phases of her he knew by brown tramping-suit was faded to mel- heart, with much he had never underlow neutral tints; everything about her stood. He retorted in a bantering seemed a part of the warm October voice: earth. If the shy bird had flown toward “In other words, you were so enorher and nestled against her it would mously relieved when you heard that I not have seemed strange.

was to be married that you had a He remembered that once they had fling'? You had grown to think of me stood together by a clear pool in which as a responsibility, as a dead weight autumn leaves had fallen.

tied around your life, and you were Your eyes are like that,” he had told free when you were loosed from it.”

again.”

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