St. Cuthberts

St. Cuthbert's, by Robert E.
Knowles

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Author: Robert E. Knowles
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ST. CUTHBERT'S
A NOVEL

ROBERT E. KNOWLES
[Illustration]
New York Chicago Toronto FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
London and Edinburgh

Copyright, 1905, by FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
First Edition, September, 1905. Second Edition, October, 1905. Third
Edition, October 15, 1905. Fourth Edition, November 1905. Fifth
Edition, December 1905. Sixth Edition, April, 1906.
New York: 158 Fifth Avenue Chicago: 80 Wabash Avenue Toronto: 27
Richmond Street, W. London: 21 Paternoster Square Edinburgh: 100
Princes Street

To The Canadian Pilgrim Fathers

CONTENTS
I THE TURN OF THE TIDE 9
II A MAN WITH A SECRET 20
III OUR MUTUAL TRIAL 26
IV OUR MUTUAL VERDICT 34
V MY KIRK SESSION 42
VI THE FIRST PARISH ROUND 50
VII "THE CHILD OF THE REGIMENT" 58

VIII "A NEW FOOT ON THE FLOOR" 64
IX "ANGELS UNAWARES" 73
X MY PIOUS PROFLIGATE 78
XI PLUCKING A FIERY BRAND 88
XII "BY THAT SAME TOKEN" 98
XIII WITH THE WORKMEN 106
XIV WITH THE EMPLOYERS 119
XV A BOLD PROPOSAL 128
XVI GEORDIE'S OOT-TURN 141
XVII "NOO, THE IN-TURN" 154
XVIII HOW ELSIE WON THE GATE 159
XIX A MAIDEN'S LOVE 175
XX A FATHER'S CRUCIFIXION 187
XXI THE OLD PRECENTOR'S NEW SONG 199
XXII "THE MILLS OF THE GODS" 215
XXIII A MAIDEN PRIESTESS 229
XXIV THE SWEET SUNNY SOUTH 241
XXV ST. CUTHBERT'S SECOND CALL 258
XXVI LOVE'S SINGING SACRIFICE 276
XXVII THE HIDDEN CRUCIFIX 290

XXVIII THE HEATHERY HILLS 300
XXIX "AND ALL BUT HE DEPARTED" 311
XXX LOVE'S VICTORY OVER SIN 323
XXXI LOVE'S TRIUMPH OVER ALL 330

ST. CUTHBERT'S

I
The TURN of The TIDE
"If you don't get the call you needn't come back here," said my wife to
me as I stood upon the door-sill, bag in hand, and my hard-bought
ticket in my pocket.
"Well, dear one, I would be sure of it if they could only see the
perquisite that goes along with me."
"You must be more serious, Tom, if you expect great calls; but come
inside a minute till I say good-bye. When you brought me first to
Canada we had half a dozen good-byes to every one farewell.
Good-bye again, and if they don't call you they will deserve what they
lose."
Thus spoke my wife, and thus was I despatched on the mission that was
big with moment.
It was a wondrous hour that brought to us the invitation which I was
now proceeding to accept. Not that we were unhappy because our
salary was small; we had not lived by bread alone, and our souls were
well content. But my wife had delirious visions, which she affirmed
were sane and reasonable, of her husband's coming yet into his own,
and indulged every now and then in savage and delicious little

declarations of the great misfit, which misfit was in my being the
minister of a little church which afforded a little salary and provoked a
little fame.
Her other days had been spent in luxury and amid the refinement and
the pleasures which money only can provide. And when, our wedding
day drawing near apace, I sent her my budget letter, bitterly revealing
impecunious facts at which I had before but darkly hinted, and warning
her of all the sacrifice which lay beyond, she replied with vehement
repudiation of any fears, and in that hour made me rich.
"Cheese and kisses," wrote she, "are considered good fare in my South
land for all who have other resources in their hearts." And I mentally
averred that half of that would be enough for me.
And so we went ahead--oh, progressive step! And we were never poor
again.
But there came a more heroic hour. It was hard, so hard to do, but the
pressure rendered concealment quite impossible, for the note I had
endorsed was handed in for suit. So I told her one twilight hour that our
already limited income must be shared with an unromantic creditor.
There was a little tightening of the lips, then of the arms, then of those
mutual heart cords entangled in their eternal root.
We were boarding then, three rooms in a family hotel, and when I
returned next