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Standing for two or three hours in his place night after night, arguing, pleading, even commanding them to be saved. Milton was describing the scenes of the meeting to Bradley Talcott and Douglas Radbourn the next day, and Radbourn, a young law student, said: "I'd like to see him. He must be a character." "Let's make up a party and go out," said Milton, eagerly.
"You no business t' come here an' 'sturb the Lord's meetin'," cried old Daddy Brown to Radbourn. "You're a sinner and a scoffer." "I thought Bacon was the disturbing ele " "You're just as bad!" "He's all right," said William Councill. "I've got sick, m'self, of bein' scared into religion. I never was so fooled in a man in my life.
He met Radbourn a few days after his return. "Well," Radbourn said, "I see by the papers that your defeat in the convention was due to your advocacy of 'cranky notions. I told you the advocacy of heresies was dangerous; I have no comfort for you. You had your choice before you.
It was hot and brilliant again the next morning as Douglass Radbourn drove up the road with Lily Graham, the teacher of the school in the little white school-house. It was blazing hot, even though not yet nine o'clock, and the young farmers plowing beside the fence looked longingly and somewhat bitterly at Radbourn seated in a fine top-buggy beside a beautiful creature in lace and cambric.
Radbourn helped Lily out into the midst of the eager little scholars, who swarmed upon her like bees on a lump of sugar, till even Radbourn's gravity gave way, and he smiled into her lifted eyes an unusual smile, that strangely enough stopped the smile on her own lips, filling her face with a wistful shadow, and her breath came hard for a moment, and she trembled.
"They'll be music around this clearing to-morrow," said Milton, with a sigh; "wish I was at home this week." "But what'll become of Mr. Pill?" "Oh, he'll come out all right," Radbourn assured her, and Milton's clear tenor rang out as he drew Eileen closer to his side: "O silver moon, O silver moon, You set, you set too soon The morrow day is far away, The night is but begun."
Radbourn looked back after awhile, but the bare little hive had absorbed its little group, and was standing bleak as a tombstone and hot as a furnace on the naked plain in the blazing sun. "America's pitiful boast!" said the young radical, looking back at it. "Only a miserable hint of what it might be."
"Chuss," said Shep, by which he meant yes; "an' I have it, too, betyerneck. I enter no plea, me lord" There came a burst of applause as a tall and attractive girl came in with her arms laden down with books. Her intellectual face lit up with a smile at the applause, and a pink flush came into her pale cheek. "That's Miss Graham," whispered Shepard; "she's all bent up on Radbourn."
His face flushed and paled; the people laughed hysterically, some of them the tears of terror still on their cheeks; but Radbourn said, "Bravo, Bacon!" Pill recovered himself. "Not hard enough for you, neighbor Bacon." Bacon rose, retaining the same dry, prosaic tone: "I ain't bitin' that kind of a hook, an' I ain't goin' to be yanked into heaven when I c'n slide into hell. Waal!
Lycurgus Banks swore when he saw Radbourn. "That cuss thinks he's ol' hell this morning. He don't earn his living. But he's just the kind of cuss to get holt of all the purty girls."
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