Christian life -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- 20th century -- Fiction
And fear fell upon Red Aldys of the yellow beard, and flinging himself
upon the ground, he cried in a loud voice: “Christ have mercy upon me a
sinner.”
And the child Christ laid His hands upon Red Aldys and spoke words of
comfort to him and commanded him that he should follow Him and serve
Him.
And on the spot where Christ had laid His hands upon him Aldys made for
himself a dwelling-place among the rocks beside the winding Wyndbeck.
And there for many years he laboured to bring peace and healing to the
poor folk of the valley, learning their needs that he might help them.
And the fame of him spread far and wide, and many came to him to ask
his blessing, repenting of their evil lives. And he went about among
the people teaching the love of the Lord Jesus.
Little Anthony had often passed the great church of St. Aldys just
beyond the market square, an imposing building of grey stone with a
spire one hundred and eighty feet high. They say that, forming part of
its foundations, are the very rocks among which once Saint Aldys dwelt,
on the spot where Christ had appeared to him and had forgiven him his
sins.
Having heard the story, he felt a longing to see the inside of it,
and one afternoon, instead of going to his uncle’s, he wandered
there. It was surrounded by iron railings and the great iron gates
were padlocked. But in a corner, behind a massive buttress, he found
a little door that opened. It led into a stone passage and down some
steps into a vaulted room where he fell over a chair, and a bat flew
out and fluttered silently until it disappeared into the shadows. But
he found the church at last. It was vast and high and very, very cold,
and only a faint chill light came in through the screened windows. The
silence frightened him. He had forgotten to make a note of the way by
which he had entered, and all the doors that he tried were securely
fastened. A terror seized him that he would never be able to get out.
It seemed to him that he was in a grave.
By luck he blundered back into the little vaulted chamber, and from
there groped his way out. He closed the door behind him with a bang. He
had a feeling that something was following him and might drag him back.
He ran all the way home.
CHAPTER IV
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