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A R O U N D T H E O L D A R M C H A I R<br />
THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW.<br />
How the "Book of Fables" Became<br />
the Book of Truth.<br />
"I love it, 1 love it,<br />
And who shall dare<br />
To chide me for loving<br />
<strong>The</strong> Old Arm Chair.'<br />
By Edgar White.<br />
<strong>The</strong> silver-tongued speaker had just<br />
left the "opera-house" in the big min.<br />
ing town, where he had scored a distinct<br />
triumph on his lecture, "<strong>The</strong><br />
Book of Fables."<br />
"<strong>The</strong> Book of Fables" was the Bible.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lecturer was a well-educated,<br />
plausible infidel. He had spoken in<br />
many places on the subject, <strong>and</strong>, from<br />
the cold cash side, had succeeded. His<br />
lectures paid him. A clever pressagent<br />
travelled some days ahead, <strong>and</strong><br />
prepared the way.<br />
Mr. Montague was a gentleman of<br />
pleasing personality. His voice was<br />
good, <strong>and</strong> he spoke with every evidence<br />
of sincerity. People credited<br />
him. with being honest in his views.<br />
Wben he had finished this night,<br />
many crowded around, eager to shake<br />
his h<strong>and</strong>.<br />
"I am in no sense an iconoclast,"<br />
he smiled. "What I want, what you<br />
want, is the truth. That is what I<br />
was trying to tell you to-night."<br />
Many honest, hard-working men returned<br />
to their homes that night with<br />
their faith shaken. <strong>The</strong>y had listened<br />
attentively, as their manner was, to<br />
this master of language; <strong>and</strong> it seemed<br />
to them, as it had appeared to wiser<br />
men, that he had made out a case.<br />
Under his keen analysis those quaint<br />
old stories of the Bible fell like a<br />
house of cards; they were wanting in<br />
probability. Samson <strong>and</strong> the lion,<br />
Jonah <strong>and</strong> the whale, David <strong>and</strong> Goliath,<br />
were less plausible than fairy<br />
tales; human intelligence would yet<br />
arise the world over, <strong>and</strong> stamp them<br />
as myths.<br />
'<strong>The</strong> silver-tongued speaker had<br />
sown deeply the seed of distrust.<br />
What would the harvest be in that<br />
great mining-camp<br />
<strong>The</strong> east-bound train to the junction<br />
was late several hours. Six miles<br />
away the junction was, <strong>and</strong> Mr.<br />
Montague had to make it in time to<br />
catch his other train, or he would<br />
miss the next night's date. It was a<br />
bright moonlight evening, not very<br />
cold. Mr. Montague was a strong<br />
man, <strong>and</strong> a walk of six miles was<br />
nothing to him-. He could easily make<br />
it in an hour <strong>and</strong> a half, or less, <strong>and</strong><br />
would be on time for the other train.<br />
<strong>The</strong> exercise would do him good.<br />
<strong>The</strong> country was rough, a characteristic<br />
of mining-sections. <strong>The</strong> road<br />
sometimes run over high fills, then<br />
through deep cuts or around hills. In<br />
a valley was a light which appeared<br />
to be close to a cottage window, like<br />
a beacon the fisherman sets for the<br />
THE CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 61.<br />
men at sea.<br />
Presently Mr. Montague heard approaching<br />
in the distance a westbound<br />
train. In the still, clear night<br />
the rhythmic clatter on the rails was that purpose only the good God<br />
carried a long way. Now <strong>and</strong> then knows. But so long as there was<br />
came the hoarse warning for a roadcrossing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> electric headlight<br />
sparkled like a star far down the<br />
track.<br />
His mind on some novel turn to a<br />
certain portion of his lectuire, Mr.<br />
Montague was walking along almost<br />
oblivious of his surroundings when his<br />
foot struck an obstruction across one<br />
of the rails.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first thought was that the carcass<br />
of som.e animal had been thrown<br />
on the track, <strong>and</strong> he was about to try<br />
to remove it when a closer look revealed<br />
to his horrified eyes a man,<br />
with head squarely across the rail!<br />
Dead To every appearance it<br />
seemed so.<br />
<strong>The</strong> author of "<strong>The</strong> Book of Fables"<br />
bent down, <strong>and</strong> in his methodical<br />
manner was feeling for the man's<br />
heart when he was startled by a terrific<br />
blast that seemed delivered right<br />
by him. It was the alarm-whistle of<br />
the engine.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the man in Mr. Montague<br />
awoke, <strong>and</strong> he seized the recumbent<br />
figure by the shou'lders, strained heavily,<br />
<strong>and</strong> succeeded in removing the<br />
man from- the track just as the train<br />
slid by on locked wheels. <strong>The</strong> air<br />
hissed fiercelyas the brakes were released<br />
<strong>and</strong> the train sped on. Having<br />
seen that the two men were safely on<br />
the roadside, the engineer of the fast<br />
express dared not tarry to Investigate.<br />
"Mother!"<br />
<strong>The</strong> man—boy, rather—looked dazedly<br />
into, the face of the stranger who<br />
had saved his • life. <strong>The</strong>n he glanced boy," she said through her tears, "<strong>and</strong><br />
at the disappearing tailJlights of the got out of bed to pray God to bring<br />
fast train, <strong>and</strong> shivered.<br />
"V/here was I" he asked.<br />
"On the rails," replied Mr. Montague.<br />
"Had you been injured"<br />
"No—drunk."<br />
"Where do you live"<br />
you safe home to me. And He's done<br />
it, Joey; He's done it!"<br />
• * *<br />
"Friends, you will think it a strange<br />
thing that I should return to this camp<br />
<strong>and</strong> call you back to hear me again,"<br />
"Down the road—in a hollow— said the lecturer the following evening<br />
there's a light in the window."<br />
"I saw it."<br />
"Mother—she put it there."<br />
at the same "opera-house" where<br />
he had spoken'the night before. "But<br />
for me I regard this as the most important<br />
duty of my life. Last night<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy moved but unsteadily, still<br />
shivering.<br />
each ot you paid fifty cents to hear<br />
"If that train had run over me. it me tell yo-u about '<strong>The</strong> Book of<br />
would have killed her," he said. Fables.' As you pass out to-night, I<br />
Mr. Montague figured a bit. He want each one of you to stop at the<br />
would miss the train he expected to ticket-window <strong>and</strong> get his<br />
take, but maybe in the morning he back. If I kept it, it would<br />
money<br />
burn<br />
could get a motor-car in the miningtown<br />
to take him across the country<br />
in time to meet his appointment.<br />
"Come," he directed, taking the<br />
boy's arm; "I'll go home with you."<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy accepted the offer, treat<br />
ing it as a matter of course. In spits<br />
of the shock the liquor still held<br />
sway in his brain. He leaned heavily<br />
upon the lecturer, <strong>and</strong> frequentlv<br />
stumbled<br />
"Must bave been awful drunk," he<br />
apologized.<br />
"You'll soon be all right,," encouraged<br />
Mr. Montague.<br />
It was slow work, but in time they<br />
came in sight of the little cottage<br />
down the valley, with its light burning<br />
through the night to guide the<br />
w<strong>and</strong>erer home. How many times the<br />
lamp had been filled <strong>and</strong> emptied for<br />
need, it is certain that light woull<br />
burn.<br />
"Sometimes when it's foggy or<br />
hazy she comes out <strong>and</strong> swings the<br />
lantern," the boy told his companion.<br />
In the clear moonlight Mr. Montague<br />
could see that the boy was a<br />
well-built, strong young fellow, with<br />
curly hair <strong>and</strong> a countenance that<br />
might have been attractive hut for<br />
the drink-dulled eyes <strong>and</strong> dirt-marks.<br />
"Does—do you often come home<br />
this way" asked the lecturer.<br />
"Yes. But this is the last time."<br />
For a moment the dull eyes lighted,<br />
<strong>and</strong> there was a different look on the<br />
soiled face.<br />
loose from his companion's arm, the<br />
boy staggered toward the window.<br />
Mr. Montague followed close behind.<br />
"Sh-h-h!"<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy pointed.<br />
Mr. Montague looked in between<br />
the coarse curtains, <strong>and</strong> saw an old<br />
white-haired woman on her knees by<br />
the bed.<br />
"Mother!" whispered the boy, reverently<br />
removing his cap.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y waited a moment, <strong>and</strong> then<br />
the boy led the way around to the<br />
front door <strong>and</strong> opened it,<br />
"Joe! O Joe! <strong>The</strong> Lord be prai-ied!"<br />
It was a tone that none but a mother<br />
could sound. She had sprung to<br />
her feet at the sound of his steps,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he had no sooner opened the<br />
door than she had her arms about<br />
him.<br />
"I dreamed you were in trouble,.<br />
through my soul. Now let me tell you<br />
a story; it's better than anything I<br />
told you last night,"<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the master of words <strong>and</strong> of<br />
expression used all the simple dignity<br />
of his trained mind in bringin.g before<br />
this great audience of colliery-men<br />
the incident of the night before. He<br />
had not closed his eyes since he left<br />
the cottage, the place where he saw<br />
something which he knew was not<br />
fable.<br />
Never in his life had there been<br />
committed to him a mightier themenever<br />
in his life had he faced a more<br />
earnest audience; <strong>and</strong> never had he<br />
felt so sure of his subject.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se dark, strong men were moved<br />
as the inhabitants of earth may<br />
be moved when the heavens are rolled<br />
away. <strong>The</strong> strangely earnest persoa<br />
before them was answering tbe question<br />
Pilate had asked ol the Man of<br />
Galilee, "What is truth" And thv<br />
felt in every fibre of their stalwart<br />
bodies that he knew.<br />
"Men, that flickeringkerosene-light<br />
was reaching out into the nightfo-r<br />
the souls of two men," the spealier<br />
concluded. "It was placed there by<br />
omnipotent power to do the Omnipotent's<br />
will. Humble <strong>and</strong> crude as<br />
the instruments were,—^as they always<br />
are,—they did what there was<br />
for them to do.<br />
"Last night I 'dlosed my talk to you,<br />
leaving in your minds no security for<br />
the present, no hope for the future.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, suddenly jerking. Tonight I am back to tell you that all<br />
I said was false, that all my reasoning<br />
was written on the s<strong>and</strong>. For now I<br />
know, as you know I know, <strong>and</strong> as I<br />
know you know, that the greatest<br />
things inaill the world are truth <strong>and</strong><br />
love, <strong>and</strong> that these are God."—Chri.stian<br />
Endeavor World.<br />
A HIGHLY EDUCATED MUSICIAN<br />
Praises the Home Study Lessons of<br />
the Well Known U. S. School<br />
of Music.<br />
<strong>The</strong> U. S. School of Music.<br />
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