Methodist Church (Great Britain) -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
'I simply must go, Luscombe! I tell you something's going to happen,
something great. I feel it in every breath I draw. We must go--go at
once.'
'No,' I replied. 'I wrote her last night, and told her that we should
step in London at the National Hotel till we heard from her. If she
wants us to come we shan't be long in getting her reply.'
He gave a long quivering sigh, and I could see how disappointed he was,
but he said no more about the matter, and when we arrived at the hotel
he had seemed to have forgotten all about it.
'Look here,' he cried, pointing to a paragraph in an evening newspaper,
'that's on the right lines. I'm going.'
The paragraph which interested him was a notice of a big meeting that
was to be held that night for the purpose of discussing certain phases
of the Army, and consequently of the war, about which newspapers were
usually silent. The fact that a Cabinet Minister of high rank, as well
as a renowned general, were announced to speak, however, caused the
news editor to give it prominence.
'It's on the right lines,' he repeated. 'Yes, I'm going.'
'Better go to some place of amusement,' I suggested.
'Nero fiddled while Rome was burning,' was his reply.
A little later we found our way to a huge hall where some thousands of
people had gathered. It was evident that the subject to be discussed
appealed strongly to a large portion of the population, and that the
audience was much interested in the proceedings.
I could see, however, that Edgecumbe was disappointed in the meeting.
None of the speakers spoke strongly and definitely. Each enlarged on
the difficulties of the situation, and spoke of the impossibility of
making men pure by Act of Parliament, but no suggestion was made
whereby the evils mentioned might be grappled with and strangled.
While all admitted that a frightful state of things existed, and
declared that something ought to be done, no one had the courage to
demand drastic reforms, or strike a prophetic note. The Cabinet
Minister enlarged in a somewhat stilted fashion upon what the
Government had done to check drunkenness, while another speaker told of
the magnificent work of the Y.M.C.A., and of the hostels and huts which
had been provided, both in England and on the Continent; but all felt
that the heart of the matter had not been touched. It was not until
the General spoke that the audience was anything like aroused, and even
he failed to get at close quarters with the evils which all admitted.
Indeed I, who could not see how more could be done than had been done,
felt that the meeting was a failure, and as, when the General sat down,
the reporters were preparing to leave, and the audience grew restless,
I felt that the whole thing was in the nature of a fiasco.
'Let's go, Edgecumbe,' I said.
'No, not yet,' and I saw that he was much excited.
'But the meeting is practically over. There, the chairman is going to
call on somebody to propose the usual vote of thanks.'
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