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This
hesitancy
,
construed
by
the
man
apparently
to
constitute
attention
,
however
mobile
,
was
seized
upon
by
him
and
he
began
addressing
them
as
though
they
were
specifically
here
to
hear
him
.
"
Let
us
all
sing
twenty-seven
,
then
--
'
How
Sweet
the
Balm
of
Jesus
'
Love
.
'
"
At
this
the
young
girl
began
to
interpret
the
melody
upon
the
organ
,
emitting
a
thin
though
correct
strain
,
at
the
same
time
joining
her
rather
high
soprano
with
that
of
her
mother
,
together
with
the
rather
dubious
baritone
of
the
father
.
The
other
children
piped
weakly
along
,
the
boy
and
girl
having
taken
hymn
books
from
the
small
pile
stacked
upon
the
organ
.
As
they
sang
,
this
nondescript
and
indifferent
street
audience
gazed
,
held
by
the
peculiarity
of
such
an
unimportant-looking
family
publicly
raising
its
collective
voice
against
the
vast
skepticism
and
apathy
of
life
.
Some
were
interested
or
moved
sympathetically
by
the
rather
tame
and
inadequate
figure
of
the
girl
at
the
organ
,
others
by
the
impractical
and
materially
inefficient
texture
of
the
father
,
whose
weak
blue
eyes
and
rather
flabby
but
poorly-clothed
figure
bespoke
more
of
failure
than
anything
else
.
Of
the
group
the
mother
alone
stood
out
as
having
that
force
and
determination
which
,
however
blind
or
erroneous
,
makes
for
self-preservation
,
if
not
success
in
life
.
She
,
more
than
any
of
the
others
,
stood
up
with
an
ignorant
,
yet
somehow
respectable
air
of
conviction
.
If
you
had
watched
her
,
her
hymn
book
dropped
to
her
side
,
her
glance
directed
straight
before
her
into
space
,
you
would
have
said
:
"
Well
,
here
is
one
who
,
whatever
her
defects
,
probably
does
what
she
believes
as
nearly
as
possible
.
"
A
kind
of
hard
,
fighting
faith
in
the
wisdom
and
mercy
of
that
definite
overruling
and
watchful
power
which
she
proclaimed
,
was
written
in
her
every
feature
and
gesture
.
"
The
love
of
Jesus
saves
me
whole
,
The
love
of
God
my
steps
control
,
"
she
sang
resonantly
,
if
slightly
nasally
,
between
the
towering
walls
of
the
adjacent
buildings
.
The
boy
moved
restlessly
from
one
foot
to
the
other
,
keeping
his
eyes
down
,
and
for
the
most
part
only
half
singing
.
A
tall
and
as
yet
slight
figure
,
surmounted
by
an
interesting
head
and
face
--
white
skin
,
dark
hair
--
he
seemed
more
keenly
observant
and
decidedly
more
sensitive
than
most
of
the
others
--
appeared
indeed
to
resent
and
even
to
suffer
from
the
position
in
which
he
found
himself
.
Plainly
pagan
rather
than
religious
,
life
interested
him
,
although
as
yet
he
was
not
fully
aware
of
this
.
All
that
could
be
truly
said
of
him
now
was
that
there
was
no
definite
appeal
in
all
this
for
him
.
He
was
too
young
,
his
mind
much
too
responsive
to
phases
of
beauty
and
pleasure
which
had
little
,
if
anything
,
to
do
with
the
remote
and
cloudy
romance
which
swayed
the
minds
of
his
mother
and
father
.
Indeed
the
home
life
of
which
this
boy
found
himself
a
part
and
the
various
contacts
,
material
and
psychic
,
which
thus
far
had
been
his
,
did
not
tend
to
convince
him
of
the
reality
and
force
of
all
that
his
mother
and
father
seemed
so
certainly
to
believe
and
say
.
Rather
,
they
seemed
more
or
less
troubled
in
their
lives
,
at
least
materially
.
His
father
was
always
reading
the
Bible
and
speaking
in
meeting
at
different
places
,
especially
in
the
"
mission
,
"
which
he
and
his
mother
conducted
not
so
far
from
this
corner
.
At
the
same
time
,
as
he
understood
it
,
they
collected
money
from
various
interested
or
charitably
inclined
business
men
here
and
there
who
appeared
to
believe
in
such
philanthropic
work
.
Yet
the
family
was
always
"
hard
up
,
"
never
very
well
clothed
,
and
deprived
of
many
comforts
and
pleasures
which
seemed
common
enough
to
others
.
And
his
father
and
mother
were
constantly
proclaiming
the
love
and
mercy
and
care
of
God
for
him
and
for
all
.
Plainly
there
was
something
wrong
somewhere
.
He
could
not
get
it
all
straight
,
but
still
he
could
not
help
respecting
his
mother
,
a
woman
whose
force
and
earnestness
,
as
well
as
her
sweetness
,
appealed
to
him
.
Despite
much
mission
work
and
family
cares
,
she
managed
to
be
fairly
cheerful
,
or
at
least
sustaining
,
often
declaring
most
emphatically
"
God
will
provide
"
or
"
God
will
show
the
way
,
"
especially
in
times
of
too
great
stress
about
food
or
clothes
.
Yet
apparently
,
in
spite
of
this
,
as
he
and
all
the
other
children
could
see
,
God
did
not
show
any
very
clear
way
,
even
though
there
was
always
an
extreme
necessity
for
His
favorable
intervention
in
their
affairs
.
To-night
,
walking
up
the
great
street
with
his
sisters
and
brother
,
he
wished
that
they
need
not
do
this
any
more
,
or
at
least
that
he
need
not
be
a
part
of
it
.
Other
boys
did
not
do
such
things
,
and
besides
,
somehow
it
seemed
shabby
and
even
degrading
.
On
more
than
one
occasion
,
before
he
had
been
taken
on
the
street
in
this
fashion
,
other
boys
had
called
to
him
and
made
fun
of
his
father
,
because
he
was
always
publicly
emphasizing
his
religious
beliefs
or
convictions
.
Thus
in
one
neighborhood
in
which
they
had
lived
,
when
he
was
but
a
child
of
seven
,
his
father
,
having
always
preluded
every
conversation
with
"
Praise
the
Lord
,
"
he
heard
boys
call
"
Here
comes
old
Praise-the-Lord
Griffiths
.
"
Or
they
would
call
out
after
him
"
Hey
,
you
're
the
fellow
whose
sister
plays
the
organ
.
Is
there
anything
else
she
can
play
?
"
