The Heart of a MysterySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Heart of a Mystery
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century; Mystery and detective stories
When Ephraim, who was seated on the front bench next his mother till
the time should come for him to take his place on the platform,
glanced round as the first hymn was being given out, his heart swelled
within him. All these people had been drawn there to hear him--him!
Well, he hoped they would not be disappointed. He was quite aware that
the audience of to-day was a far more intelligent and critical one
than any he had been in the habit of addressing on Sunday evenings on
village greens, and that he would be tested by a very different
standard from any which had heretofore been applied to him.
The thought, however, did not daunt him in the least, but tended
rather to elate and brace him for the ordeal before him; for Ephraim
had a good measure of that audacity, of that thorough belief in
himself and his powers, which goes so far towards the achievement of
success, whatever may be the line of action on which it is brought to
bear.
The portion of the service conducted by John Iredale was brought to a
close in due course, and the moment came for Ephraim Judd to take the
place of the latter on the platform. A general but decorous movement
was discernible among the congregation. Some relieved themselves by
coughing, others by blowing their noses, here and there came a putting
together of heads and a low whispering. Mrs. Judd gave her son's hand
a reassuring squeeze. Then Ephraim rose and mounting the three steps
to the platform, he limped slowly across it, his eyes bent on the
ground, till he reached the little reading-desk, where he turned to
face his audience.
But first he bent his head and covered his face with his hands for a
little while, then he stood upright and gazed calmly around. His face
was a little paler than common, but his lips were firm-set, and his
eyes clear and untroubled. At once he proceeded to give out his text,
which he did in quiet but emphatic tones, so that not a word was
unheard by anyone there. Then came a brief pause, during which his
audience finally settled themselves; and then Ephraim, bending
slightly forward, and grasping the ledge of the desk with both hands,
began as follows:
"My dear brothers and sisters: we are this morning about to consider,
from what to some of you may seem a peculiar standpoint, one of the
most vital and all-important questions with which, as thinking and
responsible beings, it is competent for us to deal. We are about----"
Here the speaker came to a sudden pause; then, after a momentary
hesitation, he began his last sentence again.
Then he faltered, broke down, began afresh in different words,
hesitated, broke down finally, threw an agonizing, appealing glance
round the startled, upturned faces of his auditors, turned deathly
pale, and remained silent.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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