Lavendar, "has expressed a willingness to see
you."
Mr. Wright put the money into a small canvas bag, and pulling the
drawing-string up, wound it round and round the top; his hands
trembled.
"He has some concern about your Sam--as you have yourself. He is
disturbed because the boy has lost his heart to your tenant, Mrs.
Richie."
"Call it twelve dollars," Samuel said, embarrassed to the point of
munificence. He put the canvas bag in his pocket, and rose. "I'll
deposit this to-morrow, sir," he added, as he had added every Sunday
morning for the last twenty years.
"Samuel," said Dr. Lavendar, sternly, "sit down!"
With involuntary haste the senior warden sat down, but he would not
look at Dr. Lavendar. "It is not my purpose or desire," he said, "to
be disrespectful, but I must request you, sir--"
"To mind my own business? I will, Sam, I will. My business is to
admonish you: _Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy
way. First, be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy
gift._"
Samuel Wright cleared his throat. "I cannot, Dr. Lavendar, discuss
this matter with you. I must be my own judge."
"I have heard that a man might be his own lawyer," said Dr. Lavendar,
smiling; "but you can't be your own judge. The Christian religion
judges you. Samuel, and convicts you. Your father is willing to see
you; he has taken the first step.
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