Part 17 (2/2)

But while John Galbraith was raising his voice and preaching to his people, there was that within him that told him that he himself was unable to find the haven of rest, and a longing for a warmer belief, one full of love and charity, would come upon him.

Elder Bullin, arrayed in a solemn suit of black, stood, hat in hand, at his doorstep. His brownberry was ready, the lamps flas.h.i.+ng brightly in the darkness of the evening.

It was the date of the monthly meeting of the tabernacle, and the elder was determined to put Mr. Sarkies out of the fold, that ”tainted wether,” whose further touch was contamination. His daughters stood beside him to see him off, and the elder, rapping his stick on the fibre matting, impressed upon the girls the necessity for holding G.o.dly communion among themselves during his absence.

His speech was interrupted by the fact that in slipping his hand into his waistcoat pocket, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten his spectacles.

Hastily stopping his discourse, he walked back to his room, and found the brown leather case lying on a square envelope on his writing-table. He picked up the case, and, pulling out the gla.s.ses, fixed them carefully over his eyes. He then picked up the envelope. It was not addressed, but carefully sealed. He rubbed it between his finger and thumb. There was evidently something inside it. The bright pink colour aroused his suspicions.

”The livery of the scarlet woman,” he said, as he tore it open. As he read, the expression of his countenance changed from profound astonishment to anger, and then to utter contempt.

”Verses--poetry--Satan hath lain in wait for this unhappy young man, and his portion shall be of the wrath to come--verses--and to me--pah!”

He recognised the writing and the monogram, and was self-complacent enough to imagine that the verses were addressed to him.

When he returned to the hall his daughters were still dutifully waiting there. He said no word to them, however, but, entering his carriage, closed the door after him with a bang, and was rapidly driven off. The meeting was to be held in the church, and all the members of the council were already expecting the elder. On his arrival there was a solemn scene of handshaking all round, and then the pastor opened the meeting with a short but fervent prayer. At the conclusion of this, a decorous time was allowed for the members to recover a sitting posture, and Mr. Bunny, rising, begged permission to address the a.s.sembly. In a few words he explained that it was above all things desirable that their pastor should be a married man, and went on to say that the Lord had worked this out in his own manner, so that the spirit had moved Galbraith to seek the hand of their beloved sister, Halsa Lamport, in marriage, and that it was proposed to celebrate the ceremony with all the speed consistent with good taste.

Mr. Bunny trusted that the a.s.semblage would rejoice with their beloved guide in his choice.

It was scarcely possible to do otherwise than congratulate Galbraith, and the council did so, but in a half-hearted fas.h.i.+on that showed they doubted his wisdom. Elder Bullin alone raised his voice in protest.

”She walks forth decked in gay colours that are not of the Lord's,” he said, ”and has not found the perfect peace. Far be it for me to interfere in this matter, but my conscience”--here he smote his breast with his hand--”tells me that it would have been wiser----” Mr. Bunny started up, but Galbraith laid a restraining hand on his shoulder.

”Gently, brother,” he said; ”let the elder say his say.”

But the murmur of discontent that arose told the elder he had gone far enough. ”I will say no more on this point,” he said; ”but as I am now addressing the meeting, desire to bring to its notice the scandalous conduct of our brother, James Sarkies, who, on the Sabbath before last, profaned the Lord's day by cursing within the precincts of the temple. Of what avail is it that such should be of our fold--better is it that we cast out the offending member. Does not the Scripture say, 'If thine eye offend thee, cast it out'?”

”The Scripture also says, 'Judge not, that ye be not judged,'” replied Galbraith. Elder Bullin lifted his eyes in smug satisfaction to the ceiling.

”I,” he said, somewhat irrelevantly, ”am sure of my salvation; are you of yours? Do you know where your footsteps lead you? Mine lead me to the golden gates.”

At that moment the desire to say that he was walking blindly, and needed light more than any there, swept over Galbraith. He controlled himself with an effort, however, and sat still, leaning lightly on the table with his elbow.

”And furthermore,” went on the elder, ”the misguided youth has so far lost his respect for age that he has addressed me for forgiveness in poetry, and mocked me before my face.” He laid the offending verses on the table as he spoke. ”This is his writing,” he said; ”those who wish may read it.”

Mr. Bunny stretched forth his hand and handed the paper to the pastor.

Galbraith read it with an amus.e.m.e.nt he could not conceal.

”I think, elder,” he said, ”this was not meant for you.”

Bullin fairly gurgled with rage. ”I will read it aloud,” he said, ”and let the council judge.” The paper trembled in his hand as he spoke, and it was with a voice quivering with anger that he read the unfortunate Sarkies's production.

Almost as the first verse was begun, however, a smile appeared on the faces of the members in a.s.sembly, and as the elder went on they burst out into uncontrollable mirth.

Bullin dashed the paper on the table, and made as if he were about to leave the meeting. ”I will depart,” said he; ”the devil has possessed you that you laugh at the mockery to my gray hairs.”

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