That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle WestWright, Harold Bell
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That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle West
Wright, Harold Bell
Christian fiction; Middle West -- Fiction; Printers -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
And so it was, that when he went to church Sunday evening, his heart
was torn with conflicting emotions, and he slipped into a seat in the
rear of the building, when the ushers were all busy, so that even
Charlie did not know he was there. Cameron's sermon was from the text,
"What is that to thee? Follow thou me." And as he went on with his
sermon, pointing out the evils of the church, saying the very things
that Dick had said to himself again and again, but always calling the
mind of his hearers back to the words of Jesus, "What is that to thee?
Follow thou me," Dick felt his objections vanish, one by one, and the
great truth alone remain. The minister brought his talk to a close,
with an earnest appeal for those who recognized the evils that existed
in the church, because it was not following Christ as closely as it
ought, to come and help right the wrongs, Dick arose, went forward,
and in a firm voice, answered the question put by the minister, thus
declaring before men his belief in Christ as the Son of God, and
accepting Him as his personal Saviour.
As he stood there, the audience was forgotten. The past, with all its
mistakes and suffering, its doubt and sin, came before him for an
instant, then vanished, and his heart leaped for joy, because he knew
that it was gone forever. And the future, made beautiful by the presence
of Christ and the conviction that he was right with God, stretched
away as a path leading ever upward, until it was lost in the glories
of the life to come, while he heard, as in a dream, the words of his
confessed Master, "Follow: thou me."
CHAPTER XV
George was busy in the stock room getting out some paper for a lot of
circulars that Dick had just finished setting up, when the door opened
and Amy Goodrich entered. "Good Morning, Mr. Falkner," as Dick left
his work and went forward to greet her. "I must have some new calling
cards. Can you get them ready for me by two o'clock this afternoon?
Mamma and I had planned to make some calls and I only discovered last
night that I was out of cards. You have the plate here in the office,
I believe."
"Yes," said Dick, "the plate is here. I guess we can have them ready
for you by that time."
"And Mr. Falkner," said the girl, "I want to tell you how glad I was
when you took the stand you did Sunday night."
Dick's face flushed and he looked at her keenly. "I have thought for
a long time, that you would become a Christian, and have often wondered
why you waited. The church needs young men and you can do so much
good."
"You are very kind." said Dick, politely. "I am sure that your interest
will be a great inspiration to me, and I shall need all the help I can
get. In fact, we all do, I guess."
A shadow crossed the lovely face, and a mist dimmed the brightness of
the brown eyes for a moment before she replied. "Yes, we do need help;
all of us; and I am sure you will aid many. Will you enter the
ministry?"
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