“My HELP!”
“Yes, sir! You help them! You permit them to stay in the church, and that gives them your sanction! You shelter them, and save them from attack! If I were to go out to-morrow and try to open the eyes of the people, no one would listen to me, because these men are so respectable—because they are members of the church, and friends and relatives of yours!”
“Samuel!” exclaimed the clergyman.
“And worse than that, sir! You take their money—you let the church become dependent upon them! You told me that yourself, sir! And you give their money to the poor people—the very people they have robbed! And that blinds the people—they are grateful, and they don't understand! And so you help to keep them in their chains! Don't you see that, Dr. Vince?—why, it's just the same as if you were hired for that purpose!”
Dr. Vince had risen in agitation. “Really, Samuel!” he cried. “You have exceeded the limit of endurance. This cannot go on! I will not hear another word of it!”
Samuel sat, heart broken. “Then you are going to desert me!” he exclaimed. “You are going to make me do it alone.”
The other stared. “What are you going to do?” he demanded.
“First,” said Samuel, “I am going to see these men. I am going to give them a chance to see the error of their ways.”
“Boy!” cried the doctor. “You are mad!”
“Perhaps I am,” was the reply. “But how can I help that?”