It was the blood of generations of good
men and good women that roused in him a passionate protest against the
destruction of their race. His private sense of injustice and disloyalty
came later. Then the iron entered his soul and it was on this very bread
of bitterness he had now to feed it; for on this bread only could he
grow to the full stature of a man of God. His heart was bruised and
torn, but his soul was unshaken, and the hidden power and strength of
life revealed themselves.
First he threw all anger behind him. He thought of his wife with
tenderness and pity only. He made himself recall her charm and her love.
He decided that it would be better not to argue the fatal subject with
her again. "No man can convince a woman," he thought. "She must be led
to convince herself. I will trust her to God. He will send some teacher
who cannot fail." Then he thought of the days of pleasantness they had
passed together, and his heart felt as if it must break, while from
behind his closed eyelids great tears rolled down his face.
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