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Sense He Would Have Run Away That Saturday Afternoon And Got Out Of It
All. Only His Horror Of Being "Yellow" Had Kept Him To His Promise.
Since Ascending To The Platform He Had Been Overcome By The Audacity Of
The Idea That He, A Mere Babe In Knowledge, A Recent Scorner, Should
Attempt To Get Up And Tell A Roomful Of People, Who Knew Far More About
The Bible Than He Did, How He Found Christ. There Were No Words In Which
To Tell Anything! They Had All Fled From His Mind And It Was A Blank!
He Dropped His Head Upon His Hand In His Weakness To Pray For Strength,
And A Great Calm Came To His Soul. The Prayer And Bible-Reading Had
Steadied Him, And He Had Been Able To Get Hold Of What He Had To Say As
The Story Of The Young Man Saul Progressed. But When He Heard Himself
Being Introduced So Simply, And Knew His Time Had Come, He Seemed To
Hear The Words He Had Read That Afternoon:
Fear Not; For I Am With Thee: Be Not Dismayed; For I Am Thy
God: I Will Strengthen Thee; Yea, I Will Help Thee; Yea, I
Will Uphold Thee With The Right Hand Of My Righteousness.
Courtland Lifted Up His Head And Arose. He Faced The Sea Of Faces That A
Few Moments Before Had Swum Before His Gaze As If They Had Been A
Million. Then All At Once Tennelly's Face Stood Out From All The Rest,
Intent, Curious, Wondering, And Courtland Knew That His Opportunity Had
Come To Tell Tennelly About The Presence!
Tennelly, The Man Whom He Loved Above All Other Men! Tennelly, The Man
Who Perhaps Loved Gila And Was To Be Close To Her Through Life! His
Fears Vanished. His Soul Burned Within Him.
Fixing His Eyes On That Fine, Vivid Face, Courtland Began His Story; And
Truly The Words That He Used Must Have Been Drawn Red-Hot From His
Heart, For He Spoke As One Inspired. Simply, As If He Were Alone In The
Room With Tennelly, He Looked Into His Friend's Eyes And Told His Story,
Forgetting All Others Present, Intent Only On Making Tennelly See What
Christ Had Been To Him, What He Was Willing To Be To Tennelly--And Gila!
If They Would!
Tennelly Did Not Take His Eyes From The Speaker. It Was Curious To See
Him So Absorbed, Tennelly, Who Was So Conventional, So Careful What
People Thought, So Always Conscious Of All Elements In His Environment.
It Was As If His Soul Were Sitting Frankly In His Eyes For The First
Time In His Life, And Things Unsuspected, Perhaps, Even By Himself, Came
Out And Showed Themselves: Traits, Weaknesses, Possibilities; Longings,
Too, And Pride.
When Courtland Had Finished And Sat Down He Did Not Drop His Head Upon
His Hands Again. He Had Spoken In The Strength Of The Lord. He Had
Nothing Of Which To Be Ashamed. He Was Looking Now At The Audience, No
Longer At Tennelly. He Began To Realize That It Had Been Given To Him To
Bear The Message To All These Other People Also. He Was Filled With
Humble Exaltation That To Him Had Been Intrusted This Great Opportunity.
The People, Too, Were Hushed And Filled With Awe. They Showed By The
Quiet Way They Reached For The Hymn-Books, The Reverent Bowing Of Their
Heads For The Final Prayer, That They Had All Felt The Power Of Christ
With The Speaker. They Lingered, Many Of Them, And Came Up, Pressing
About Him, Just To Touch His Hand And Make Mute Appeal With Their
Troubled Eyes. Some To Ask Him Eagerly For Reassurance Of What He Had
Been Saying; Others To Thank Him For The Story. They Were So Humble, So
Sincere, So Eager, These Common People, Like The Ones Of Old Who Crowded
Around The Master And Heard Him Gladly. Paul Courtland Was Filled With
Humility. He Stood There Half Embarrassed As They Pressed About Him. He
Took Their Hands And Smiled His Brotherhood, But Scarcely Knew What To
Say To Them. He Felt An Awkward Boy Who Had Made A Great Discovery About
Chapter 26 Pg 162Pat And Tennelly Stood Back Against The Wall And Waited, Saying Not A
Word. Tennelly Watched The People Curiously As They Went Out: Humble,
Common People, Subdued, Wistful, Even Tearful; Some Of Them With
Illumined Faces As If They Had Seen A Great Light In Their Darkness.
When At Last Courtland Drifted Down To The Back Of The Church And
Reached Tennelly The Two Met With A Look Straight Into Each Other's
Soul, While Their Hands Gripped In The Old Brotherhood Clasp. Not A
Smile Nor A Commonplace Expression Crossed Either Face--Just That
Strong, Steady Look Of Recognition And Understanding. It Was Tennelly
Looking At Courtland, The New Man In Christ Jesus; Courtland Looking At
Tennelly After He Had Heard The Story.
They Walked Back To Courtland's Apartments Almost In Silence, A Kind Of
Holy Embarrassment Upon Them All. Pat Whistled "Rock Of Ages" Softly
Under His Breath Most Of The Way.
They Sat For A Time, Talking, Stiffly, As If They Hardly Knew One
Another, Telling The News. Bill Ward Had Gone To California To Look Into
A Big Land Deal In Which His Father Was Interested. Wittemore's Mother
Had Died And He Wasn't Coming Back Next Year For His Senior Year. It Was
All Surface Talk. Pat Put In A Little About Football. He Discussed Which
Of Last Year's Scrubs Were Most Hopeful Candidates For The 'Varsity Team
This Year. Not One Of The Three At That Moment Cared A Rap Whether The
University Had Any Football Team Or Not. Their Thoughts Were Upon Deeper
Things.
But The Recent Service Was Not Mentioned, Nor The Extraordinary Fact Of
Courtland's Having Taken Part In It. By Common Consent They Shunned The
Subject. It Was Too Near The Heart Of Each.
Finally Pat Discreetly Took Himself Off, Professedly In Search Of
Ice-Water, As The Cooler In The Hall Had For Some Reason Run Dry. He Was
Gone Some Time.
When He Had Left The Room Tennelly Sat Up Alertly. He Had Something To
Say To Courtland Alone. It Must Be Said Now Before Pat Returned.
Courtland Got Up, Crossed The Room, And Stood Looking Out Of The Window
On The Myriad Lights Of The City. There Was In His Face A Far Yearning,
And Something Too Deep For Words. It Was As If He Were Waiting For A
Blow To Fall.
Tennelly Looked At Courtland's Back And Gathered Up His Courage:
"Court," He Said, Hoarsely, Trying To Summon The Nomenclature Of The
Dear Old Days; "There's Something I Wanted To Ask You. Was There
Anything--Is There--Between You And Gila Dare That Makes It Disloyal For
Your Friend To Try And Win Her If He Can?"
It Was Very Still In The Room. The Whir Of The Trolleys Could Be Heard
Below As If They Were Out In The Hall. They Grated Harshly On The
Silence. Courtland Stood As If Carved Out Of Marble. It Seemed Ages To
Tennelly Before He Answered, With The Sadness Of The Grave In His Tone
Chapter 26 Pg 163"No, Nelly! It's All Right! Gila And I Didn't Hit It Off! It's All Over
Between Us Forever. Go Ahead! I Wish You Luck!"
There Was An Attempt At The Old Loving Understanding In The Answer, But
Somehow The Last Words Had Almost The Sound Of A Sob In Them. Tennelly
Had A Feeling That He Was Wringing His Own Happiness Out Of His Friend's
Soul:
"Thanks, Awfully, Court! I Didn't Know," He Said, Awkwardly. "I Think
She Likes Me A Lot, But I Couldn't Do Anything If You Had The Right Of
Way."
When Pat Came Back With A Tray Of Glasses Clinking With Ice, And The
Smell Of Crushed Lemons, They Were Talking Of The New English Professor
And The Chances That He Would Be Better Than The Last, Who Was "Punk."
But Pat Was Not Deceived. He Looked From One To The Other And Knew The
Blow Had Fallen. He Might Have Prevented It, But What Was The Use? It
Had To Come Sooner Or Later. They Talked Late. Finally, Tennelly Rose
And Came Toward Courtland, With His Hand Outstretched, And They All Knew
That The Real Moment Of The Evening Had Come At Last:
"That Was A Great Old Talk You Gave Us This Evening, Court!" Tennelly's
Voice Was Husky With Feeling. One Felt That He Had Been Keeping The
Feeling Out Of Sight All The Evening. He Was Holding Courtland's Hand In
A Painful Grip, And Looking Again Into His Eyes As If He Would Search
His Soul To The Depths: "You Sure Have Got Hold Of Something There
That's Worth Looking Into! You Had A Great Hold On Your Audience, Too!
Why, You Almost Persuaded Me There Was Something In It!"
Tennelly Tried To Finish His Sentence In Lighter Vein, But The Feeling
Was In His Voice Yet.
Courtland Gripped His Hand And Looked His Yearning With A Sudden Light
Of Joy And Hope: "If You Only Would, Nelly! It's Been The Thing I've
Longed For--!"
"Not Yet!" Said Tennelly, Almost Pulling His Hand Away From The
Detaining Grasp. "Some Time, Perhaps, But Not Now! I've Too Much Else On
Hand! I Must Beat It Now! Man Alive! Do You Know What Time It Is? See
You Soon Again!" Tennelly Was Off In A Whirl Of Words.
"Almost Thou Persuadest Me!" Had Some One Whispered The Words Behind Him
As He Went?
Courtland Stood Looking After Him Till The Door Closed, Then He Turned
And Stepped To The Window Again. He Was So Long Standing There,
Motionless, That Pat Went At Last And Touched Him On The Shoulder.
"Say, Pard," He Said, In A Low, Gruff Voice. "I'm Nothing But A
Roughneck, I Know, And Not Worth Much At That, But If It's Any
Satisfaction To You To Know You've Bowled A Bum Like Me Over To His
Side, Why _I'm With You_!"
Courtland Turned And Grasped His Hand, Throwing The Other Arm About
Pat's Shoulder. "It Sure Is, Pat, Old Boy," He Said, Eagerly. "It's The
Greatest Thing Ever! Thanks! I Needed That Just Now! I'm All In!"
They Stood So For Some Minutes With Their Arms Across Each Other's
Shoulders, Looking Out Of The Window To The City, Lying Sorrowful,
Forgetful, Sinful, Before Them; Down To The Street Below, Where Tennelly
Hastened On To Win His Gila; Up To The Quiet, Wise Old Stars Above.
Chapter 27 Pg 164
Tennelly Did
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