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VI

Radbourn was thinking about him, two days after, as he sat in his friend Judge Brown’s law office, poring over a volume of law. He saw that Bacon’s treatment had been heroic; he couldn’t get the pitiful confusion of the preacher’s face out of his mind. But, after all, Bacon’s seizing of just that instant was a stroke of genius.

Some one touched him on the arm and he turned.

“Why–Elder–Mr. Pill, how de do? Sit down. Draw up a chair.”

There was trouble in the preacher’s face. “Can I see you, Radbourn, alone?”

“Certainly; come right into this room. No one will disturb us there.”

“Now, what can I do for you?” he said, as they sat down.

“I want to talk to you about–about religion,” said Pill, with a little timid pause in his voice.

Radbourn looked grave. “I’m afraid you’ve come to a dangerous man.”

“I want you to tell me what you think. I know you’re a student. I want to talk about my case,” pursued the preacher, with a curious hesitancy. “I want to ask a few questions on things.”

“Very well; sail in. I’ll do the best I can,” said Radbourn.

“I’ve been thinking a good deal since that night. I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t believe what I’ve been preaching. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I don’t know what I believe. Seems as if the land had slid from under my feet. What am I to do?”

“Say so,” replied Radbourn, his eyes kindling. “Say so, and get out of it. There’s nothing worse than staying where you are. What have you saved from the general land-slide?”

Pill smiled a little. “I don’t know.”

“Want me to cross-examine you and see, eh? Very well, here goes.” He settled back with a smile. “You believe in square dealing between man and man?”

“Certainly.”

“You believe in good deeds, candor, and steadfastness?”

“I do.”

“You believe in justice, equality of opportunity, and in liberty?”

“Certainly I do.”

“You believe, in short, that a man should do unto others as he’d have others do unto him; think right and live out his thoughts?”

“All that I steadfastly believe.”

“Well, I guess your land-slide was mostly imaginary. The face of the eternal rock is laid bare. You didn’t recognize it at first, that’s all. One question more. You believe in getting at truth?”

“Certainly.”

“Well, truth is only found from the generalizations of facts. Before calling a thing true, study carefully all accessible facts. Make your religion practical. The matter-of-fact tone of Bacon would have had no force if you had been preaching an earnest morality in place of an antiquated terrorism.”

“I know it, I know it,” sighed Pill, looking down.

“Well, now go back and tell ’em so. And then, if you can’t keep your place preaching what you do believe, get into something else. For the sake of all morality and manhood, don’t go on cursing yourself with hypocrisy.”

Mr. Pill took a chew of tobacco rather distractedly, and said:–

“I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“No, not now. You think out your present position yourself. Find out just what you have saved from your land-slide.”

The elder man rose; he hardly seemed the same man who had dominated his people a few days before. He turned with still greater embarrassment.

“I want to ask a favor. I’m going back to my family. I’m going to say something of what you’ve said, to my congregation–but–I’m in debt–and the moment they know I’m a backslider, they’re going to bear down on me pretty heavy. I’d like to be independent.”

“I see. How much do you need?” mused Radbourn.

“I guess two hundred would stave off the worst of them.”

“I guess Brown and I can fix that. Come in again to-night. Or no, I’ll bring it round to you.”

The two men parted with a silent pressure of the hand that meant more than any words.

When Mr. Pill told his wife that he could preach no more, she cried, and gasped, and scolded till she was in danger of losing her breath entirely. “A guinea-hen sort of a woman” Councill called her. “She can talk more an’ say less ‘n any woman I ever see,” was Bacon’s verdict, after she had been at dinner at his house. She was a perpetual irritant.