The Loyalist: A Story of the American RevolutionBarrett, James Francis
History
The Loyalist: A Story of the American Revolution
Barrett, James Francis
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
It was now plain to the company that Anderson was worried. His white
thin lips were firmly compressed as the wrath in his heart blazed within
him. He was aghast at the blow. It had come from a quarter wholly
unexpected. That this fellow in these shabby clothes should be gifted
with a freedom of speech such as to confound him when he thought his
plans realized to the letter, was astounding. Why, he might sway the
minds of the entire assembly! Better to silence him at once, or better
still banish him from the hall than to cope with the possibility of
losing the entire multitude.
"You have interrupted this meeting more than I care to have you, sir. If
you will kindly allow me to proceed with the business before the house I
shall consider it a favor."
"I ask my fellow-citizens here," shouted Stephen by way of reply, "if
you or any man possesses the right to deprive us of free speech,
especially at a time as momentous as this. I ask you, my friends, if I
may continue?"
"Yes!... Go on!... We will hear you!..." were the several acclamations
from the throng.
Anderson heard it with perceptible confusion. He fumbled nervously with
his fingers, wholly ignorant of what to say.
"Let me ask, then," said Stephen, "if the idea of independence is wholly
exclusive of religious toleration. Why are we, a mere handful of men,
about to pledge ourselves to the accomplishment by force of arms what
already is accomplished in our very midst? Freedom of religious worship
is already assured. The several actions of the colonial governing bodies
lend us that assurance. England can do no more for us than already has
been done; and what has been done by the Colonies will be guaranteed by
the elective body of the people in the days of independence. I am
fearful of the hazards that will accompany this enlistment. Give me
leave to address you on this topic that you may understand my troubled
state of mind. I appeal to you. Give me leave to talk."
Whether it was the spontaneous sound issuing from the ranks of those
already initiated into the secret, or whether a chord already attuned in
the hearts and minds of the entire assembly, had been marvelously struck
by him, there was a reverberation of approval throughout the room in
answer to Stephen's plea. So unanimous was the demonstration that
Anderson took alarm. The air of democracy was revealing itself in their
instinctive enthusiasm. And while nothing might result from Stephen's
rambling remarks, still it would afford them consolation that their side
of the question had been aired. To a man they voiced their approval of
the privilege which had been begged.
"Aye!... Speech!... Take the floor!"
CHAPTER VIII
I
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