"Why am I such a fool?" murmured the young man as he leaned upon the
window-sill and looked out upon the beautiful scene below.
"Why are not my thoughts in harmony with this glorious picture--
this realization of a poet's dream. Ah, truly, the heart is an
unruly pupil. It is ever rebellious against the teaching of the
stern monitress--Duty."
Phillip Lawson heaved a sigh and then continued: "Whatever the
future will bring God only knows; whatever is is all for the best."
A hush fell upon the troubled heart, and taking up the Book of
Prayers, the young man read the beautiful and sublime Evening
Service of the Episcopal Church, of which he was a consistent and
conscientious member, and in whose prosperity he took an active
interest, laboring hard both by his purse and by his personal
influence to increase its growth, and cherish sacred those memories
of the bye-gone past. But of the incoming morn. An unusual babble
and hurry-scurry time was going on long ere Herbert Rutherford had
thought fit to arouse his friend.
"I say, Lawson, what in the mischief is the matter? Why, the folk
downstairs have been kicking up the biggest fuss for the last three
hours.
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