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Tennelly frowned and looked at Courtland, who sat watching the aforesaid usher as he showed people to their seats, wondering if that man had a thing he called religion, and if he was in any way related to Stephen Marshall's Christ. This was a voyage of discovery for Courtland, this visit to a Christian church. He had scarcely been to religious services since he entered the university.
Tennelly talked and talked, but finally went back to his room baffled. He just couldn't understand what was the matter with Courtland! When Uncle Ramsey returned from a fruitless search for the "rat" he was enraged to find that Courtland was not awaiting his coming in trembling eagerness to accept his munificent offer.
Paul Courtland was filled with humility. He stood there half embarrassed as they pressed about him. He took their hands and smiled his brotherhood, but scarcely knew what to say to them. He felt an awkward boy who had made a great discovery about which he was too shy to talk. Pat and Tennelly stood back against the wall and waited, saying not a word.
"I think I'll go to church," said Courtland, with his old voice of quiet decision. "Do you want to go or not?" There was something about Courtland's voice, and the way Bill Ward kept up winking his off eye, that subdued Tennelly. "Sure, I'll go," he growled, reluctantly. "You old crab, you," chirped Bill, cheerfully, when Courtland had gone out. "Can't you see you've got to humor him?
They spoke with soothing words and humored him. They led him away to his room and left him to rest. Then they walked with solemn faces and dejected air into Bill Ward's room and threw themselves down upon his couch. "Where's Court?" Bill looked up from the theme he was writing. "We found him in Steve's room," said Tennelly, gloomily, and shook his head. "It's a deuced shame!" burst forth Pat.
He knew that Tennelly would go with him to church. For Courtland had seen among the advertisements in the trolley on his way back to the university, the notice of a service to be held in a church away down in the lower part of the city, to be addressed by the Rev. John Burns, and he wanted to go. It might not be the John Burns of course, but he wanted to see.
Courtland, standing with the doctor and Tennelly just outside the partly open door, was thrilled with the sweetness of it, as if some supernatural power were given to her at this trying time. "Listen, Gila!
She hated holiness because she herself was sinful! It was midnight before Gila and Tennelly came forth, Tennelly grave and sad, Gila tear-stained and subdued. Courtland was sitting in the big chair before the fireplace, though the fire was smoldering low, and the elevator-boy had long ago retired to slumbers on a bench in a hidden alcove.
"But I did know!" wailed Tennelly. "I knew in my soul! I think I knew when I first saw her, and that was why I worried about you when you used to go and see her. I knew she wasn't the woman for you. But, blamed fool that I was! I thought I was more of a man of the world, and would be able to hold her!
He said it looked like a very good thing like the kind of thing he had been hoping would turn up when he got through college, but he couldn't decide it immediately. Tennelly urged that Uncle Ramsey was insistent; that his business was urgent, and he must know one way or the other immediately.
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