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tching him； remembered that earlier time when he had climbed into just such another desk。 She remembered also that day at her aunts' house when he had flirted with Caroline and shown himself quite another Brother Crashaw。 He had aged greatly since then。 He seemed now to be scarcely a man at all。 Then suddenly； with a jerk； as though a string had been pulled from behind； he raised his face and looked at them all。 Yes； that was alive。 Monkey's mask you might call it； but the eyes behind the yellow lids flamed and blazed。 No exaggeration those words。 A veritable fire burned there； a fire； it might be； of mere physical irritation and savage exasperation at the too…rapid crumbling of the wilfully disobedient body； a glory； perhaps； of obstinate pride and conceit； a fire of superstition and crass ignorance； but a fire to be doubted of no man who looked upon it。
When he spoke his voice was harsher； angrier； more insulting than it had been before。 He spoke； too； in a hurry； tumbling his words one upon another as though he were afraid that he had little mortal time left to him and must make the most of what he had got。
From the first he was angry； rating the men of Skeaton as they had never been rated before。 And they liked it。 They even revelled in it； it did them no harm and at the same time tickled their skins。 Sometimes a preacher at the Methodist Chapel had rated them； but how mild and halting a scolding compared with the fury of this little man。 As he continued they settled into their seats with the conviction that this was the best free show that they had ever enjoyed in all their lives。 They had been afraid at first that it would not keep up its interest。 They had agreed with one another that they would go in 〃just for a quarter of an hour to see what it was like。〃 Now they were willing that it should continue all night。
〃What came ye out for to see？〃 he screamed at them。 〃Came out to see？ Ye didn't come out at all。 None of you。 That's what I've come to tell you。 For years you've been leading your lazy； idle； self… indulgent lives； eating and drinking； sleeping； fornicating； lying with your neighbours' wives； buying and selling； living like hogs and swine。 And is it for want of your being told？ Not a bit of it。 You are warned again and again and again。 Every day gives you signs and wonders had you got eyes to see them and you will not see。 Well； be it on your own heads。 Why should I care for your miserable； shrivelled…up； parched little souls？ Why should I care when I watch you all； with your hanging stomachs and your double chins； marching straight into such a hell as you've never conceived of。 I know what's coming to you。 I know what's in store for those well…filled stomachs of yours。 I can see you writhing and screaming and wailing； 'Why didn't somebody tell us？ Why didn't somebody tell us？' Somebody has told you。 Somebody's telling you now。 And will you listen？ Not a bit of it。 You'll have heard the music to…night； the drums and the trumpets； you'll have joined in the singing； and to…night you'll go back and tell your friends： 'Yes； we had a fine evening。 You ought to go。 It's worth while and costs you nothing。' And to…morrow you will have forgotten everything。 But I tell you that every man； woman； and child in this building stands in as desperate peril as though his house was on fire over his head and there was no way out。〃
He stopped for a moment to get breath； leaning forward over the desk and panting。 Over the building there was a great silence。 Maggie was stirred beyond any earlier experience。 She did not know whether he were charlatan or no。 She did not care。 She had lived for more than two years in Skeaton； where everything and every one was dead。 Now here was life。 The evidence of it reassured her； whispering to her that Martin still lived； that he could be found； even that he was coming to her。 Her nervous excitement increased。 The emotion of the people around her； the bands； the singing； all seemed to cry to her； 〃He is coming！ He is coming！ He is coming！〃 。 。 。 but it was Martin now and not God。
Old Crashaw； having recovered his breath； went on： he continued for some time to abuse them all； screaming and beating the wooden desk with his fiststhen suddenly he changed； his voice softened； his eyes were milder； there was something wistful and pathetic in his old ugly yellow face。
〃I know that you came in here to…night； all of you； just as you might into a picture…house or a theatre。 Entrance free。 Well； then； why not？ Had we charged half…a…crown there wouldn't have been one of you。 Half…a…crown and the most important thing in life。 I say the most importantI say the only important thing in life。 A man's soul； its history and growth。 What do you know of the soul； you ask me？ How do you know there is one？ Well； I can only tell you my news。 If a man comes into your town and tells you that there is an army marching down upon it to destroy it he may be true or he may not。 If he is true then； when you don't listen to him you are doomed。 If you do listen the preparation to meet that army will at any rate do you no harm even though the army doesn't exist。〃
〃I tell you that the Soul exists； that God exists； and that one day God and the Soul will meet。 You say that hasn't been proved； and until it is proved you will spend your time over other things that you know to be true。 Try it at least； give it a chance。 Why not？ You give other things a chance； marriage； doctors； trades； amusements。 Why not the Soul？ Don't listen to any one else's definition of religion。 Don't believe in it。 Make your own。 Find out for yourself。 My children； I am an old man； I am shortly to die。 If I have scolded forgive me。 Let me leave with you my blessing； and my earnest prayer that you will not pass by God on the other side。 The day will come when you cannot pass Him by。 Meet Him first of your own accord and then when that other day comes He will know you as a friend 。 。 。〃
The old man's voice faltered； failed； stopped。 He himself seemed to be deeply affected。 Was it acting？ Maggie could not tell。 At any rate he was old and ill and very shortly to die 。 。 。
The woman next her was crying rubbing the knuckles of her shabby old gloves in her eyes； the bugles on her bonnet shaking like live things。
She snuffled through her nose to Maggie 〃BeautifulbeautifulI 'aven't 'eard such preaching since I don't know when。〃
Thurston again rose。
〃A solo will now be sung；〃 he said。 〃After the singing of the solo there will be a prayer offered； then a procession； headed by the choir； will be formed to march； with lanterns； through the town； as a witness to the glory of God。 It is hoped that those of the congregation who have received comfort and help during this service will join in the procession。 There will be a collection for the expenses of the Mission at the door。〃
Maggie watching him wondered。 Of what was he thinking？ Was there any truth in him？ Had he； perhaps； behind the sham display and advertisement that he had been building felt something stirring？ Was he conscious； against his own will； of his falsehood？ Had he； while building only his own success； made a discovery？ She looked at him。 The dramatic mask hid him from her。 She