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The evp-iing congrcKallon sat in solid rows in the little village ohurch. Kows of blaok-headed bosoms, ruws of g-narU'd red fares, rows of patient eyes staring at the preacher with thi' attention of unncedirig drowsineds. Behind the pillars one or two old men slept outright. The preacher's voice spoke with monotui ous clarity tiirou)?h thv half light. A naked gas jet flared above his head, liKhtiiiR up his young face and his folded, surpKccd arms. The choir-bt,ys b.-hind him were fidKetinB peacefully, tired of scribblini? «n their hymn-books. The organist nod- ded in his !oft. On the altar two long white candles in silver sticks burnt with steady flames, and below then', embroi(ered in gold thread on the rod velvet altar-cloth, glowed "Sanc- tus. S. nctus. .Sanctus." The door at the rear of the church flung back with a on.: 1.. The preach- er stoppcil. Tho ilioir sat up and leaned forward. The- congregation turned round in a body, scraping all the chairs on the stone floor. The organist's .st.-irtled nose peered out if tis loft. The ;i rtain ha^ been pushed to one side. A bedra/fled man ran throusjh the door, u|) tho aisle, past the pulpit, and flung himseif on the altar, •hriek- ing, "'jamtuary! Sanctuary!" The candles flickered wildly in the rush of cold air that had just raced thi man to the altar. The congrega- tion rose, but the preachfi motioned them to sit down again. Then ho slowly descended from th? pjlpit, and approached the altar. The man lay in a heap at its foot, one filthy hand clutching the doth. His muddy e'.othcs betrayed him â€" a convict es- caped from the prison acrosj the r-oor. "My friend, you have interrupted God's service. Now you are der.ecrat- inr God's house. You must co." The convict turned and looked at him. "Dcsci ration?" he cried. "De-secra- tion to hide in a church? Wh.re else ihall I go eh? Where do you want me to go? Back to hell?" The preacher made no answer. Ha had stopped quite still a few yards from the altar and ht leant r-light!y forward. His hands weri clenched -iider his suiplice. The double line of choir-boys made no sound. When the convict spoke ig.in his voice broke hoarsely, as though he had suddenly spoken aloud to him- self when he was quite alone. "I hoard your text as I came in. Were you lying from your pulpit?" The preacher stood silent. "I was put in prison for life, far murder" --involuntarily the preacher elanc»d for some one behind him; "Yes, I did the murder all right, and I'd do it again if I had the chanc":. And I was put in prison for life. me! "It wasn't what was said I minded. And it wasn't the food or the war- dens. It was just â€" prison for life. I was born wild sec, and I'd always lived wild. Out in the country, al- ways on the move, sleeping in ditches, taystacks, anywhere." He was scarcely looking ot the preacher now, and again there was that queer feeling that he was alone, talking to himself, going over and ' over tht old circle of thoughts, just as he had through those nights on the bid in his cell. "I can't remember the last night tliat I had ever slept under a roof. And then, prison for life â€" for life, see! No more fields at nigi.*. or cooking a rabbii you've just knocked on th-i head. No stream to drink out of when you're thirsty, and no pipe to light when it's pouring rain. Pri- son for life " The preacher took a step forward. The man looked up sharply, ond tho terror ru.^hed back into his voice. A Fisherman of Note Katlieriiie Wilson, 18, of Brownsville, Texas, is a real fisherman - and has a badge to prove it. The badge was made from the scale of a six-foot tarpon she landed, recently. "And no they're after me. They've got the dogs ou; after me. They're bound to get me if you don't stop them. They'll get me. They're com- ing after me now. Oh, God!" His shriek died into a whisper as he cowered back on the altar. The sound ot running feet came through the door. Three warders stood in the shadow blinking at the light. Then suddenly tho one in command saw the convict, and spoke hurriedly to ais men. They were half- Yiay up tbe aisle ..'hdi the convict t*ned desperi'.toly to the preacher again. "Are yo going to let them take me?" he cried. "Are you going to let thom take me from your God's al- tar?" There were some unea.-sy noises from the congregation. The wardei* were or. the t;h.incel steps. "Get him out of here as quick as you can," ordered the leader. "Sorry tr make all this trouble in a church, sir, but we'll be as quick as . jssible." The convict i- ung desperutoly to the altar. The candles above him flickered unsteadily. "Look at your altar," he screamed. "Doesn't it mean anything? Doesn't it mear anything; you, and your Church and your talking? Were you lying up there in your pulpit? Wore yu' lying â€" lying ?" The scream rose to a fearful laugh- ing, so that a woman in the congre- gation began to wail . "Stop!" The preacher stood in front of Ih' 'vardcrs. "You shall not touch him." The convict gavi a shudder of amazement. His body tautened as he dragged his facj from the altar-cloth. Several times he half shrank as though he felt hands on his shoul- ders. Then he slowly sank limp and lay silent, his eyes staring at the preacher. The woman's wail died to a steady sobbing. "Look here, sir, :said the warder, stepping forward. "I'm afraid I n-ust ask you not to interfere Tha! ff Man . . . they re gfood/*' Men like these finer- flavored crackers, oven-frcsli and flaky with just a trace of salt. ITave tlivni haiiily in the ])nntry always. Chri PREMIUM SODA CRACKERS nii.n is an escaped murderer, and I've got to take him back to prison." The preacher stood still. "You don't realize what you're doing, sir. We don't any of us want a scene in a church, so I must ask yua to stand back. We shall only be a few min- i.tes." "This is God's hoi se" replied the preacher, "and that is God's altar. It doesn't matter what the man has done. Now he clain^'s God's mercy, and he shall have it. Leave the church, or sit down it ietly. You are intern pting a holy service." Two of the warders attempted to edge round the ide, but the preacher stepped back and stretched his arm towards them. "You dare not touch the altar. Leave this church." Tho two paused and looked at the warder, who motioned them to go on. .-lil! they did not move. A muttering began at the back of the church. One if the choir-boys jerked to his feet, , anting, then doubled up into his seat ag..in. A heavy Prayer Book fell to the floor with a crash. The warder signed uneasily to his men again. The preacher swung round, seeming to snap the atmo- sphere like taut elastic. "Men of .ny parish," he called, "will you see your church deliled, and your altar desecrated? I appeal to you to come to the aid of God. Save this poor wretch. Give him the sanc- tuary he nsks for." .Silence, and the woman sobbing. •"We're with you, parson," shouted a burly fellow, suddenly tumbling up from the back. "Come on lads, and turn 'cm out." Three or four more farm-hands rose up from tho back of the church, anil, gathering in number, started for the a. tar. The ward 'r watched them anxiously. "We'll wait outside," he derided, quicklv. "No use kicking up a fuss here."" ThL' thiee filed throu^jh the vestry door. Whistles blew shrilly outside. The eHnillea burnt clear and strong on the altar. The '..nvict 4ny still at the foot. The preacher climbed slowly back i to the pulpit. "If you will I'll sit down," he said, quietly, "we will resume tho sermon. .My text was in the eleventh chapter of .Mattlew, the twenty-eighth vers", 'Come unto me, all ye that labor and are '.Kavily Uul^n, and I will give you I est.'" the kitchen while they collected fabu- lous prices for their tiny bedrooms. But nobody was allowed inside the church. Only 'he vicar, carrying baskets of food, was alowed to pass at will through the police cordon drawn up around it, which excluded (•eporters as A'ell as tourists. The village .shopkeeper .sold his first news picture for a record price â€" a picture of the interior of the church. Tho villagers sooa added lo th» sensation by fighting whole-heartedly for the sanctity of their altar. Head- ed by the vicar, liiey sent out depu- tations. One to the Xing, implorin/j royal aid; one to .Scotland Yard, bc- seechint them not to desecrate the church; one to tht bi.shop, begging him to support their ' oly cause. The Palace replieil that It was a matter for His Majesty's Ministers. Scotland Yard regretted that it had no choice but to carry out the law. The bishop came down to see. He looked strangely disturbed as he stepped from the train on to the tiny village platform. Strangely, be- cause his face was so much more -sed to expressing happiness and smiles. He remained strangely silent, too, except for mumbled commonplaces, all through the drive to the vicarage, all through the awkward, uncomfortable lunch, until he had passed the police cordon, and stood in the shado'.v of the porch, out of the glare of the autumn sunlight. The vicar led him qjietly round ihs back aisle until they could .see into the l.ady-chapel. By the miniature altar knelt a man in a .'a sock. The sun streamed on him weaving all the colours of the stained-gl&.ss winJow above into a halo of light around him, and paint- ing the white altar-cloth with its branched candlestick before hi.s bow- ed head. The bishop slowly took the viiar's arm. "Is that ?" he asked in a whi.5- The vicar nodded. "He has been kneeling there ever since. He changed his prison clothes (for an old ca.^sock he found in the vestry." "But why doe; he kneel there?" "I think it was rat er a shock for him to find that the church really could Si ve him, even for a short tii>ie, from prison and a life of hell." The bi.shop was staring almost ab- sent-mii.dedly at the figure kneeling in the stream of light by the altar. | "A murderer" he murmured, "who! ' as killed with his bare hand.s " i " 'He that is without sin among you, let him fir.<;t cast a stone . . .' " The vicar might have been tal'^ing to| himself. j A distant bell began to toll quietly.' The bishop sank tn his knees. [ Th • afi'air was very different nexl day. It was no ! Mifcer a question of a rebellious vicar bit a revival of tl e liistoric struggle between Church and State. Politics dropped out of gener;-.! convers: tion, a big boxing match passed almost unnoticed, cinema di- vo'cea were scarcely mentioned, and a murder was a matter of sec mdary iiitereu. The world discussed nolh ing about the escaped convict kneeling luictly in the little village church, surro.indcd by a il"nt cordon of | lolice. j People began to take sides, .^ti first, most thought that the law i .'•â- hould be rigi.lly enforced, even at; the price of tearing the man f rom j the altar itself. A few. however,] even at first, expres.sed loud horror at such ;oMteniplai.od desecration. They were .soon joined oy seiiti- ] ii-.eutalists. Tht- romance of the af- fair began to affect lie nation. .Kn immediate arre.st would have met with almost universal aiiproval, but for some rea'^on Scotlanil Yi.rd ib- liiyed. The bishop's support of th2 vicar was doubtlesj rt'spon.sible for the first change of public opinion. But once changed the .sentiment gath- ered force like a river in spate. A murdered kneeling by a village altar came to be regarded as somethins .'jr.cred â€" fiirst as a martyr, aiid then as a kind ot saint. Feeling ran so hic;h that even the new.<pnper.« had to moderate their 'one. Questions were asked in Parlia- n.ent. Processions marched throusjli city streets domandinc; that the altar should be left unliniehv'd. Public suh- -siriptions were started, and ran in- .stantly to huge figures. Other bish- ,ip» expressed t'leir support for the The Household Word For Tea "SALADA TEA ' "Fresh from the Gardens" Scotland Yard had left it too first, long. There was a police-.station almost next door to the village church, and at first there were rumours of a con- tinuous guard. But if it were ever started, it was soon stopped. The church became a tourist objec- tive, and religious societies organlied pilgrimages to thj village. .Motor- coaches hooted, megaphones shouted, and traffic roared outside the little church. All the services were crowd- ed. And i iside, the convict knelt in peace and prayer for the rest of lii.s life. He suffered no more sha.ui. He ate no more coarse food. He was never ill-tre.ited, or ordered about by warders. But then, of corse, he was neve'; i'.gainin the fields at night. He never again cooked stolen rabbits tiat he had just knocked on tho head. He never drank from a '.treani ' hen he was tkirsoj, not .it a pipe in the pouring rain. Every night for the rest of his lifa he slept under a roof.â€" John 0"I,on- don's Weekly. Earnest Work "Be sure no earnest work Of any honest creature howbe!-: weak, Ir.iperfect, ill-adapted, fails so much. It is not gathered as a gi-ain of sand To enlarge the sum of human action used For carrying out God's end. No crea- ture works So ill, observe, tliat therefore he's cashiered. The honest, earnest man must stand and work, The woman also â€" otherwise she drops At once below the dignity of man. Accepting serfdom. Free men freely work. Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease." He cried: '"True. .A.tter .^dam, work was curse; The I atural creature labors, sweats, and frets. But, after Christ, work turns to privi- lege, .\nd, henceforth, one with our h'.i- mani'.y. The six-day worker working still in us Has called us freely Lo work on with Him In high coiiipaiiioiiship. So. happiest! I count that heaven itself is only A-ork To a surer issue. , . . O, cousin, let us be content, in work, To do the thing we can, and noJ presume To fret because it's little?. . . " â€" Klizabeth Barrett Browning, in ".â- Xiirora Leigh." '• I'hai.k you very much" said the clergyman as little Georgie handed up his offering for tha harvest festival. "I must call round this aftfriuion and thank your mother for those eight Leautiful apples." "P-please, .-^ir, ' stammered Georgie, "would ye; tr^-mind thanking her for t-twelve." 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