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Little Note To Tell Of His Engagement To Gila. He Said It Was Not To Be
Announced Publicly Yet, As Gila Was So Young. They Would Wait A Year
Perhaps Before Announcing It To The World, But He Wanted Courtland To
Know. In An Added Line At The Bottom He Said: "That Was A Great Old
Speech You Made The Other Night, Court. I Haven't Forgotten It Yet. Your
Reference To Marshall Was A Cracker-Jack! The Faculty Ought To Have
Heard It."
Courtland Read It Wearily, Closed His Eyes For A Minute, Passed His Hand
Over His Brow, Then He Handed The Note Over To Pat. The Understanding
Between The Two Was Very Deep And Tender Now.
Pat Read Without Comment, But The Frown On His Brow Matched The Set Of
His Big Jaw. When He Spoke Again It Was To Tell Courtland Of The Job He
Had Been Offered As Athletic Coach In A Preparatory School In The Same
Neighborhood With The Theological Seminary Where Courtland Had Decided
To Study. Courtland Listened Without Hearing And Smiled Wearily. He Was
Entering His Gethsemane. Neither One Of Them Slept Much That Night.
In The Early Dawning Courtland Arose, Dressed, And Silently Stole Out Of
The Room, Down Through The Sleeping City, Out To The Country, Where He
Had Gone Once Before When Trouble Struck Him. It Seemed To Him He Must
Get Away To Breathe, He Must Go Where He And God Could Be Alone.
Pat Understood. He Only Waited Till Courtland Was Gone To Fling On His
Clothes In A Hurry And Be After Him. He Had Noted From The Window The
Direction Taken, And Guessed Where He Would Be.
On And On Walked Courtland With The Burning Sorrow In His Soul; Out
Chapter 27 Pg 165Through The Heated City, Over The Miles Of Dusty Road, His Feet Finding
Their Way Without Apparent Direction From His Mind; Out To The Stream,
And The Path Where Wild Flowers And Grasses Had Strewn The Ground In
Springtime; Gay Now With White And Purple Asters. The Rocks Wore Vines
Of Crimson, And Goldenrod Was Full Of Bees And Yellow Butterflies.
Gnarled Roots Bore Little Creeping Tufts Of Squawberry With Bright, Red
Berries Dotting Thick Between. But Courtland Passed On And Saw It Not.
Above, The Sky Was Deepest Blue And Flecked With Summer Clouds.
Loud-Voiced Birds Called Gaily Of The Summer's Ending, Talked Of Travel
In A Glad, Gay Lilt. The Bees Droned On; The Bullfrogs Gave Forth A Deep
Wise Thought Or Two; While Softly, Deeply, Brownly, Flowed The Stream
Beside The Path, With Only A Far, Still Fisherman Here And There Who
Noticed Not. But Courtland Heard Nothing, Saw Nothing But The Dark Of
His Gethsemane. For Every Nodding Goldenrod And Saucy Purple Aster Was
But A Bright-Winged Thought To Him To Bring Back The Saucy, Lovely Face
Of Gila. She Belonged Now To Another. He Had Not Realized Before How
Fully He Had Chosen, How Lost She Was To Him, Until Another, And That
His Best Friend, Had Taken Her For His Own. Not That He Repented His
Decision Or Drew Back. Oh No! He Could Not Have Chosen Otherwise. Yet
Now, Face To Face With The Truth, He Realized That He Had Always Hoped,
Even When He Walked Away From Her, That She Would Find The Christ And
One Day They Would Come Together Again. Now That Hope Was Gone Forever.
She Might Find The Christ, He Hoped--Yes, Hoped And Prayed She
Would!--It Was A Wish Apart From His Personal Loss, But She Could Never
Summon Him Now, For She Had Given Herself To Another!
He Gained At Last The Rock-Bound Refuge Where He Knelt Once Before. Pat,
Coming Later From Afar, Saw His Old Panama Lying Down On The Moss And
Knew That He Was There. Creeping Softly Up, He Assured Himself That All
Was Well, Then Crept Away To Wait. Pat Had Brought A Basket Of Grapes
And A Great Bag Of Luscious Pears Against The Time When Courtland Should
Have Fought His Battle And Come Forth. What Those Hours Of Waiting Meant
To Pat Might Perhaps Be Found Written In The Lives Of Some Of The Boys
In That School Where He Coached Athletics The Next Winter. But What They
Meant To Courtland Will Only Be Found Written In The Records On High.
Some Time A Little After Noon There Came A Peace To Courtland's Troubled
Soul.
When Thou Passest Through The Waters I Will Be With Thee,
And Through The Floods They Shall Not Overflow Thee!
It Was As Near To Him As Whispers In His Ear, And Peace Was All About
Him.
He Stood Up, Looked Abroad, Saw The Beauty Of The Day, Heard The
Dreaminess Of The Afternoon Coming On, Heard Louder God's Call To His
Heart, And Knew That There Was Strength For All His Need. It Was Then
Pat Came With His Refreshment Like A Ministering Angel.
When They Got Back To The City That Evening There Was A Note From
Bonnie, The First Courtland Had Received Since The Formal Announcement
Of Her Arrival And Her Gratitude To Him For Being The Means Of Bringing
Her To That Dear Home.
This Letter Was Almost As Brief As The First, But It Breathed A Spirit
Of Peace And Content. She Enclosed A Check On The Funeral Account.
Bonnie Was Well And Happy. She Was Teaching The Grammar-School Where
Stephen Marshall Used To Study When He Was A Little Boy, And Giving
Music Lessons In The Afternoons. She Would Soon Be Able To Pay Back
Everything She Owed And To Do A Daughter's Share In The Home Where She
Was Treated Like An Own Child. She Closed By Saying That The Kindness He
Had Shown Her Would Never Be Forgotten; That He Had Seemed To Her, And
Always Would, Like The Messenger Of The Lord Sent To Help Her In Her
Despair.
There Was A Ring So Fresh And Strong And True In This Little Letter,
That He Could But Recognize It. He Sighed And Thought How Strange It Was
That He Should Almost Resent It, Coming As It Did In Contrast With
Gila's Falseness. Gila Who Had Professed To Love Him So Deeply, And Then
Had So Easily Laid That Love Aside And Put On Another. Perhaps All Girls
Were The Same. Perhaps This Bonnie, Too, Would Do The Same If A Man
Turned Out Not To Have Her Ideals.
He Answered Bonnie's Note In A Day Or Two With A Cordial One, Returning
Her Check, Assuring Her That Everything Was Fully Paid, And Expressing
His Pleasure That She Had Found A Real Home And Congenial Work. Then He
Dismissed Her From His Mind.
A Week Later He Went To The Seminary, And Pat Accompanied Him As Far As
The Preparatory School Where He Was To Enter Upon His Duties As Athletic
Coach.
Courtland Found The Atmosphere Of The Seminary Quite Different From
College. The Men Were Older. They Had Chosen Definitely Their Work In
The World. Their Talk Was Of Things Ecclesiastical. The Happenings Of
The Day Were Spoken Of With Reference To The Religious World. It Was A
New Viewpoint In Every Sense Of The Word. And Yet He Was Disappointed
That He Did Not Find A More Spiritual Atmosphere Among The Young Men Who
Were Studying For The Ministry. If Anywhere In The World The Presence
Might Be Expected To Be Moving And Apparent It Should Be Here, He
Reasoned, Where Men Had Definitely Given Themselves To The Study Of The
Gospel Of Christ, And Where All Were Supposed To Believe In Him And To
Have Acknowledged Him Before The World. He Found Himself The Only Man In
The Place Who Was Not A Member Of Any Church, And Yet There Were But
Three Or Four That He Had The Feeling He Could Speak To About The
Presence And Not Be Looked Upon As "Queer." There Was Much Worldly Talk.
There Was A Great Deal Of Church Gossip About Churches And Ministers;
What This One Was Paid And What That One Got; The Chances Of A Man Being
Called To A City Church When He Was Just Out Of The Seminary. It Was The
Way His Father Had Talked When He Told Him He Wanted To Study Theology.
It Turned Him Sick At Heart To Hear Them. It Seemed So Far From The
Attitude A Servant Of The Lord Should Have. He Was In A Fair Way To Lose
His Ideal Of Ministers As Well As Of Women. He Mentioned It One Day
Bitterly To Pat When He Came Over To Spend A Spare Evening, As He
Frequently Did.
Chapter 27 Pg 166
"I Think You're Wrong," Said Pat, In His Queer, Abrupt Way. "From What I
Can Figure There Was Only A Few Of Those Guys Got Around Christ And Knew
What He Really Was! You Didn't Suppose It Would Be Any Different Now,
Did You? Guess You'll Find It That Way Everywhere, Only A Few _Real_
Folks In _Any_ Gang!"
Courtland Looked At Pat In Wonder. He Was A Constant Surprise To His
Friend, In That He Grew So Fast In The Christian Life. He Had A Little
Bible That He Had Bought Before He Left The City. It Was Small And Fine
And Expensive, Utterly Unlike Pat, And He Carried It With Him Always,
Apparently Read It Much. He Hadn't Been Given To Reading Anything More
Than Was Required At College, So It Was The More Surprising. He Told
Courtland He Wanted To Know The Rules Of The Game If He Was Going To Get
In It. His Sturdy Common-Sense Often Gave Courtland Something To Think
About. Pat Was Bringing His New Religion To Bear Upon His Work. He
Already Had A Devoted Bunch Of Boys To Whom He Was Dealing Out Wholesome
Truths Beginning A New Era In The School. The Head-Master Looked On In
Amazement, For Morality Hadn't Been One Of The Chief Recommendations
That The Faculty Of The University Had Given Pat. They Had, In Fact,
Privately Cautioned The School That They Would Have To Watch Out For
Such Things Themselves. Instead, However, Of Finding A Somewhat Lawless
Man In Their New Coach, The Head-Master Was Surprised To Discover A
Purity Campaign On Foot, A Ban On Swearing And Cigarette-Smoking Such As
They Had Never Been Able To Establish Before. It Came To Their Ears That
Pat Had Personally Conducted An Offender Along These Lines Out To The
Boundaries Of The School Grounds, Well Behind The Gymnasium, Where There
Was Utmost Privacy, And Administered A Good Thrashing On His Own
Account. The Faculty Watched Anxiously To See The Effect Of Such Summary
Treatment On The Student Body, But Were Relieved To Find That The New
Coach's Following Was In No Wise Diminished, And That Better Conduct
Began Presently To Be The Order Of The Day.
Pat And Courtland Were Much Together These Days, And One Sunday
Afternoon In Late October, While The Sun Was Still Warm, They Took The
Athletic Teams A Long Hike Over The Country. When They Sat Down To Rest
Pat Asked Courtland To Tell The Boys About Stephen, And The Presence.
That Was The Real Beginning Of Courtland's Ministry, Those Unexpected,
Spontaneous Talks With The Boys, Where He Could Speak His
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