True to his Colours: The Life that Wears BestWilson, Theodore P.
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True to his Colours: The Life that Wears Best
Wilson, Theodore P.
Christian life -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
I have other reasons besides for taking this
course, but I do not think it necessary to mention them on the present
occasion. I know what it will cost me to take this step, but I have
well weighed the consequences and am prepared to accept them. Mr
Chairman, I will sign the pledge to-night in your book, and join your
society, if you will allow me." Having spoken thus, William Foster
quietly resumed his seat.
The effect of this speech on the meeting was most overwhelming. Every
word had been heard all over the hall, for Foster had a clear and
powerful voice, and had spoken calmly and deliberately, as one who
weighed every word and sentence carefully; and the silence while he
addressed his audience had been almost oppressive. Was it possible that
Foster could be in earnest? There was no mistake about it--every man
was at once convinced of this from the vicar down to the most sottish of
the anti-temperance gathering. Such a man as Foster would never have
come forward in this way had he not had powerful and all-constraining
motives to lead him to take such a step. When he sat down there was
neither shouting nor laughter: the great body of working-men, including
the obstructionists, seemed stupified; they looked at one another with
open-eyed and open-mouthed wonder, and whispered their amazement and
perplexity. Then the vicar, struck dumb for the moment by sheer
astonishment, after exchanging with his brother clergyman on the
platform a glance of deep thankfulness, rose, and addressing William
Foster, said, "I cannot tell you, my friend, how truly glad I am to find
that you have been guided to take such a step as you now contemplate;
most cordially shall I receive your signature in our pledge-book, and
welcome you to our society." Then the crowd of hearers rose to their
feet, and gave vent to their feelings in three hearty cheers; while the
opponents of the cause made their way to the door as quickly as they
could.
The next minute Thomas Bradly stood by the vicar's side, and all sat
hushed in attention as he addressed the meeting. Tears were in his
eyes, and half-choked was his voice as he began:--
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