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Updated: June 23, 2025
Not a smile nor a commonplace expression crossed either face just that strong, steady look of recognition and understanding. It was Tennelly looking at Courtland, the new man in Christ Jesus; Courtland looking at Tennelly after he had heard the story. They walked back to Courtland's apartments almost in silence, a kind of holy embarrassment upon them all.
While the prayer had been going on, Tennelly, with his little girl in his arms, had slipped silently into the room and stood with bowed head looking with anguished eyes at the wreck of the beautiful girl who was once his wife. Suddenly, as if alive to subtle influences, Gila opened her great eyes again and looked straight at Tennelly and the baby!
Suddenly little Doris, who had been looking down, with wondering baby solemnity on the strange scene, leaned forward and pointed to the bed. "Pitty mamma dawn as'eep!" she said, softly; and with a groan Tennelly sank with her to his knees beside the bed. Courtland, kneeling a little way off, spoke out once more: "Lord Jesus, the Saviour of the world, we leave her with Thy tender mercy!"
"I?" Gila turned a glance of contemptuous amusement upon him. "Some chance! And I warn you that if you attempt to tattle anything about it I will turn, the tables against you in a way you little suspect." "Gila, you will tell Lew Tennelly everything, or you will never marry him! It is his right to know!
What was it all about, anyway? What did it matter whether Jonah was or was not, or whether anybody accepted the book? How could a thing like that affect the life of a man? Tennelly watched the expressive face beside him and decided that perhaps Bill Ward had been half right, after all. On their way back to the university they met Gila Dare.
He wants you. I'll wait for you down in the office. Tennelly was pacing up and down the room. His face was white, his eyes were wild. He had the haggard look of one who has come through a long series of harrowing experiences up to the supreme torture where there is nothing worse that can happen. Courtland's knock brought him at once to the door.
There was something so genuine and sincere about his face that Tennelly decided that he must really believe all that junk he had been preaching, after all. He wasn't a fake, he was merely a good, wholesome sort of a fanatic. He bowed pleasantly and said a few commonplaces as he passed out. "Seems to be a good sort," he murmured to Courtland. "Pity he's tied down to that sort of thing!"
It's the way she went! The the the disgrace! The humiliation! The awfulness of the way she went! We've never had anything like that in our family. And to think my baby has got to grow up to know that shame! To know that her mother was a disgraceful woman! That I gave her a mother like that!" "Now, look here, Tennelly! You didn't know! You thought she would be all right when you were married!"
Tennelly held that most women were too unbalanced to vote; you never could tell what a woman would do next. She was swayed entirely by her emotions, mainly two love and hate; sometimes pride and selfishness. Always selfishness. Women were all selfish! Courtland thought of the calm, true eyes of Mother Marshall and the telegram that had come the day before. He held that all women were not selfish.
That was the greatness of it! And now he was going to church again to find out if the Presence was ever there! With a bound he was out of bed, shaved and dressed in an incredibly short space of time, and, shouting to Tennelly, who took his feet reluctantly from the window-seat, lowered the Sunday paper, and replied, sulkily: "Thunder and blazes! Who waked you up, you nut!
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