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I want to train him to spy on that sort of interference and by and by do some lobbying. We must stop such business as that. What time is it? I guess perhaps I better run down and hunt out that little rat and give him a good scare." Uncle Ramsey departed "rat-hunting," and Tennelly repaired to Courtland's room.
There were many marked verses all through the book. Courtland's eyes followed the words: He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself. Could it be that this strange new sense of the Presence was "the witness" here mentioned? He knew it like his sense of rhythm, or the look of his mother's face, or the joy of a summer morning. It was not anything he could analyze.
Then he would tell himself he must be more patient, that she was young and must learn to understand little by little. Gila developed a great interest in Courtland's future, his plans for a career, of which she chattered to him much and often, suggesting ways in which her father might perhaps help him into a position of prominence and power in the political world.
That little soft-eyed exquisite thing with the hair like a midnight cloud. "Some looker!" he commented, approvingly, and wished he were in Courtland's shoes. "She's got in her work all right," he commented to himself. "Old Court's fallen already. Guess I'll have to buy a straw hat, it'll be more edible." Courtland was like his gay old self when he got back to the dormitory. He joked a great deal.
You ought to have heard what Gerrit and Belsher as far as I know, that is his real name called me after they found out, when they got out of that jeep and Captain Courtland's men snapped the handcuffs on them. It even shocked a hardened sinner like me." There was a lot more of it.
"And, curiously enough, I dined with him at the club," said her father. "Yes, he came in with Herbert Courtland at half-past seven; he had met Courtland and persuaded him to join him in his cruise to Norway. They dined at my table, and by the time we had finished Courtland's man had arrived with his bag. He had sent the man a message from the club to pack.
She stopped, gazing into Courtland's face with a pretty vague impatience and a slight pouting of her lip. "Co'nnle!" "Miss Sally." "Yo' say yo' had known me for three years before yo' saw me. Well, we met once before we ever spoke to each other!" Courtland looked in her laughing eyes with admiring wonder. "When?" he asked. "The first day yo' came!
He did not wish to force anything. He was following the leading of the Spirit. If God really meant this work for him, He would show him. Courtland's preaching was not of the usual cut-and-dried order of the young theologue. His theology had been studied to help him to understand his God and his Bible, not to give him a set of rules for preaching.
But Gila had no intention of giving Tennelly any idea how far matters had gone between herself and Courtland. As for Tennelly, he would have been the most amazed of the three if he could have known all. He had been Courtland's intimate friend for so many years years count like ages when one is in college that he thought he knew him perfectly.
Presently, even the old-fashioned local form of the fence, a slanting zigzag, gave way to the more direct line of post and rail in the Northern fashion. Beyond it presently appeared a long low frontage of modern buildings which, to Courtland's surprise, were entirely new in structure and design. There was no reminiscence of the usual Southern porticoed gable or columned veranda.
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