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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Who's Gila?" asked Tennelly, gloomily. "He won't notice her any more than a fly on the wall. You know how he is about girls." "Gila's my cousin. Gila Dare. She's a good sport, and she's a winner every time. We'll put Gila on the job. I've got a date with her to-morrow night and I'll put her wise. She'll just enjoy that kind of thing. He's met her, too, over at the Navy game. Leave it to Gila."
Tennelly sat gloomily staring across the room. It was the old cry of the man who cannot understand. "He needs a little change," said Bill, putting his feet up on the table comfortably and lighting a cigarette. "Pity the frat. dance is over. He needs to get him a girl. Be a great stunt if he'd fall for some jolly girl. Say! I'll tell you what. I'll get Gila after him."
Simply, as if he were alone in the room with Tennelly, he looked into his friend's eyes and told his story, forgetting all others present, intent only on making Tennelly see what Christ had been to him, what He was willing to be to Tennelly and Gila! If they would! Tennelly did not take his eyes from the speaker.
No, not even death could bring that look of shame and degradation to his high-minded friend's eyes. As if Tennelly had read his question he spoke in a voice so husky with emotion that his words were scarcely audible: "Didn't Pat tell you?" Courtland shook his head. Tennelly's head went down, as if he were waiting for courage to speak. Then, huskily: "She's gone, Court!" "Gone?" "Left me, Court!
Courtland looked at him sharply. "Is that the way you feel about it, Nelly?" There was something half wistful in his tone. Tennelly looked at him sharply. "Why, sure! I think he's a bigger man than his job, don't you?" "Then you didn't feel it?" "Feel what?" "The Presence of God in that place!"
Tennelly had said nothing to Courtland about the approaching uncle, and therefore it was wholly a surprise to Courtland when Tennelly knocked on his door and dragged him from his books to meet a Chicago uncle. "He's come East looking for the right man to fill a very important position.
Her eyes, as she stood waiting for the boy to come to the elevator, seemed fairly to grovel on the floor. Was this the sweet, wild, innocent flower that had held him in its thrall all the sorrowful months, and separated him from his dearest friend? Tennelly! Courtland had forgotten until that instant that Tennelly would be there in a few minutes! Perhaps was even then at the door!
When he had grown to understand it was but hospital walls, he looked around for the Presence in alarm, crying out, "Where is He?" Bill Ward and Tennelly and Pat were there, huddled in a group by the door, hoping he might recognize them. "He's calling for Steve!" whispered Pat, and turned with a gulp while the tears rolled down his cheeks. "He must have seen him go!"
Tennelly glanced around and marveled amusedly at the serious attitude of all. Even a row of tough-looking kids on the back seats had at least one eye apiece squinted shut during the prayer, and almost an atmosphere of reverence upon them. Tennelly prided himself upon being a student of human nature, and before he knew it he was interested in this mass of common people about him.
He telegraphed Tennelly: Meet me at Shadow Beach, Howland's Inlet, Elm Tree Inn, this evening. It was dark when he reached Elm Tree Inn. The ocean rolled, a long black line flecked with faint foam, along the shore, and luminous with a coming moon. Two dim figures, like moving shadows, went down the sand picked out against the path of the moon. Save for those all was lonely, up and down.
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