Radbourn's tone had in it reproach and a noble suggestion. The people looked at him curiously. The deacons nodded their heads together in counsel, and when they turned to the desk Pill was gone! "Gee whittaker! That was tough," said Milton to Radbourn; "knocked the wind out o' him like a cannon-ball. What'll he do now? "He can't do anything but acknowledge his foolishness." "You no business t' come here an' 'sturb the Lord's meetin'," cried old Daddy Brown to Radbourn. "You're a sinner and a scoffer." "I thought Bacon was the disturbing ele"---- "You're just as bad!" "He's all _right_," said William Councill. "I've got sick, m'self, of bein' _scared_ into religion. I never was so fooled in a man in my life. If I'd tell you what Pill said to me the other day, when we was in Robie's store, you'd fall in a fit. An' to hear him talkin' here t'night, is enough to make a horse laugh." "You're all in league with the devil," said the old man wildly; and so the battle raged on. Milton and Radbourn escaped from it, and got out into the clear, cold, untainted night. "The heat of the furnace don't reach as far as the horses," Radbourn moralized, as he aided in unhitching the shivering team. "In the vast, calm spaces of the stars, among the animals, such scenes as we have just seen are impossible." He lifted his hand in a lofty gesture. The light fell on his pale face and dark eyes. The girls were a little indignant and disposed to take the preacher's part. They thought Bacon had no right to speak out that way, and Miss Graham uttered her protest, as they whirled away on the homeward ride with pleasant jangle of bells. "But the secret of it all was," said Radbourn in answer, "Pill knew he was acting a part. I don't mean that he meant to deceive, but he got excited, and his audience responded as an audience does to an actor of the first class, and he was for the time in earnest; his imagination _did_ see those horrors,--he was swept away by his own words. But when Bacon spoke, his dry tone and homely words brought everybody, preacher and all, back to the earth with a thump! Every body saw that, after weeping and wailing there for an hour, they'd go home, feed the calves, hang up the lantern, put out the cat, wind the clock, and go to bed. In other words, they all came back out of their barbaric _powwow_ to their natural modern selves." This explanation had palpable truth, but Lily had a dim feeling that it had wider application than to the meeting they had just left. "They'll be music around this clearing to-morrow," said Milton, with a sigh; "wish I was at home this week." "But what'll become of Mr. Pill?" "Oh, he'll come out all right," Radbourn assured her, and Milton's clear tenor rang out as he drew Eileen closer to his side: "O silver moon, O silver moon, You set, you set too soon-- The morrow day is far away, The night is but begun." IV.