At the first words he spoke, a flood of recollections rushed over me. For a moment my breath was quite taken away.
"I know him!" "I remember him!" Horatio and I whispered almost simultaneously.
His voice was unmistakable. He was the fellow who had flogged Pendlam four years before.
Extremes had met. The temperance missionary and the infuriate liquor-dealer stood upon the same platform.
Soon after, we took our leave. We walked up and down in the fresh air. How sweet, how cool it seemed, after an hour spent amid the heated breaths of the packed audience!
I had parted from my friend, and was returning home, when I met two persons walking arm in arm. I heard one of them say,—
"I find that no great work can be accomplished, without due regard paid to magnetisms; and in organization, we must take care that they are harmoniously distributed. I find that I now assume relations with every individual according to these subtile laws. You see where I am," said Pendlam.
For Pendlam was the speaker. His companion was the Practical Organizer of the Initial Association of Free Disciples.
I went home, filled with a multitude of reflections. Strong interest led me soon after to pay a visit to Pendlam's house. As I went in, I met a man coming out. He had a stout frame, keen eye, sensual mouth, sanguine complexion, muscular neck.
"Susan," said I, "who is that man?"