Chapter 50

Somehow Mackay got away before the unconscious and unmeant irony of those last words could make him cry out, humanly and brutally, undoing all he had sacrificed himself to do: "But it's in my hands, that pulpit. And I'm throwing it away--_for you_!" (FROM JOSEPHINE JENNEY'S NOTE-BOOK) _Saw a strange thing to-night. Late--after midnight--couldn't sleep. Stole out alone. Cherry Square dark except for pale moonlight--village frugally extinguishes street lights when moon is scheduled. Every house dark. Effect curious, …