"It is not strange. He does nothing strange."
"You think not?"
"How can the Lord of all the earth do wrong?"
"There is something in that." Mr. Treadman was still for a time. "Yet He runs a great risk of wrecking His entire cause." The lame man said nothing. "It is necessary that the people should be told that He is coming, that their minds should be prepared. If they have authentic information of His near neighbourhood, then He will triumph at once and for always. If not--if He comes on them informally, unheralded, unannounced, then there will be a frightful peril of His cause being again dragged in the mire."
Yet the lame man said nothing. But Mr. Treadman continued to talk, apparently careless of the fact that he had the conversation to himself.
When they came to a place where there were cross-roads, and Mr.
Treadman saw which way He went, he caught the lame man by the arm.
"I thought as much! He"s heading for London."
Taking out a note-book, he began to write in it with a fountain pen, still continuing to walk and to talk.
"I know this country well. There"s a telegraph-office about a mile along the road. It ought to be open by the time we get there. If it isn"t, I"ll rouse them up. I"ll send word to some friends of mine-- men and women whose lifelong watchword has been G.o.d and His gospel-- that He is coming. They will run to meet Him. They will bring with them some of the brightest spirits now living; and He will have a foretaste of that triumph which, if matters are properly organised, awaits Him. He shall enter on His inheritance as the Christ and King, and pain, sin, sorrow, shall cease throughout the world, if He will but suffer me to make clear the way. Tell me, my friend,--you don"t appear to be a loquacious soul,--don"t you think that to be prepared is half the battle?"
But the lame man made no reply. He only kept his eyes fixed on the Figure which went in front.
His companion"s irresponsive mood did not appear to trouble Mr.
Treadman. He never ceased to talk and write, except when he broke into the words of a hymn, which he sung in a loud, clear voice, as if he wished that all the country-side should hear.
"There," he cried, after they had gone some distance, "is the place I told you of. The village is just round the bend in the road. If I remember rightly, the post-office is on the left as you enter. Soon the telegraph shall be on the side of the Lord, and the glad tidings be flashing up to town. We"re not twenty miles from London. Within an hour a reception committee should be on the way. Before noon many longing eyes will have looked with knowledge on the face of the Lord; and joyful hearts shall sing: "Hosanna in the highest! Hallelujah!
Christ has come!""
On their coming to the village Mr. Treadman made haste to the post-office. It was not yet open. He began a violent knocking at the door.
"I must rouse them up. Official hours are as nothing in such a case as this. I must get my messages upon the wires at once, whatever it may cost."
The lame man made all haste to reach the Stranger that went in front, pa.s.sing alone through the quiet village street.
II
The Tumult which Arose
CHAPTER XII
THE CHARCOAL-BURNER
When Mr. Treadman had brought the post-office to a consciousness of his presence, and induced the postmaster, with the aid of copious bribes, to do what he desired, some time had pa.s.sed. On his return into the street neither the Stranger nor the lame man was in sight.
At this, however, he was little concerned, making sure of the way they had gone, and of his ability to catch them up. But after he had gone some distance, at the top of his speed, and still saw no sign of the One he sought, he began to be troubled.
"They might have waited. The Lord knew that I was engaged upon His work. Why has He thus left me in the lurch?"
A cart approached. He hailed the driver.
"Have you seen, as you came along, two persons walking along the road towards London?"
"Ay; about half a mile ahead."
"Half a mile! So much as that! I shall never catch them if I walk.
You will have to give me a lift, and make all haste after them."
He began to bargain with the driver, who, agreeing to his terms, permitted him to climb into his cart, and turning his horse"s head, set off after those of whom he had spoken. But they were nowhere to be seen.
"It was here I pa.s.sed them."
"Probably they are a little further on. Drive more quickly. We shall see them in a minute. The winding road hides them, and the hedges."
The driver did as he was bid. But though he went on and on, he saw nothing of those whom he was seeking. Mr. Treadman began to be alarmed.
"It is a most extraordinary thing. Where can He have got to? Is it possible that that lame fellow can have told Him of the message I was sending, and that He has purposely given me the slip? If so, I shall be placed in an embarra.s.sing position. These people are sure to come.
Mrs. Powell and Gifford will be off in an instant. They have been looking for the Lord too long not to make all haste to see Him now.
For all I know, they may bring half London with them. If they find they have come for nothing, the situation will be awkward. My reputation will be damaged. I ask it with all possible reverence, but why is the Lord so little mindful of His own?"
The driver stopped his horse.
"You must get out here. I must go back. I"ll be late as it is."
"Go back! My man, you must press forward. It is for the Lord that I am looking."
"The Lord!"
"The Lord Christ. He has come to us again, this time to win the world as a whole, and for ever; and by some frightful accident I have allowed Him to pa.s.s out of my sight."
"I"ve heard tell of something of the kind. But I don"t take no count of such things. There"s some as does; but I"m not one. I tell you you must get out. I"m more than late enough already."
Left stranded in the middle of the road, Mr. Treadman stared after the retreating carter.
"The man has no spiritual side; he"s a mere brute! In this age of Christianity and its attendant civilisation, it"s wonderful that such creatures should continue to exist. If there are many such, it is a hard task which He has set before Him. He will need all the help which we can give. Why, then, does he seem to slight the efforts of His faithful servant? I don"t know what will happen if those people find that they have come from town for nothing. His cause may receive an almost irreparable injury at the very start."
Those people came. The messages with which he troubled the wires were of a nature to induce them to come. There was Mrs. Miriam Powell, whose domestic unhappiness has not prevented her from doing such good work among fallen women, that it is surprising how their numbers still continue to increase. And there was Harvey Gifford, the founder of that Christian a.s.sistance Society which has done such incalculable service in providing cheap entertainments for the people, and which ceaselessly sends to the chief Continental pleasure resorts hordes of persons, in the form of popular excursions, whose manners and customs are hardly such as are even popularly a.s.sociated with Christianity.
When these two Christian workers received Mr. Treadman"s telegram, phrased in the quaint Post-Office fashion--"Christ is coming to London the Christ I have seen him and am with him and I know he is here walking on the highroad come to him and let your eyes be gladdened meet him if possible between Guildford and Ripley I will endeavour to induce him to come that way about eleven spread the glad tidings so that he enters London as one that comes into his own this is the Lord"s doing this is the day of the Lord we triumph all along the line the stories told of his miracles are altogether inadequate state that positively to all inquirers as from me no more can be said within the limits of a telegram for your soul"s sake fail not to be on the Ripley road in time the faithful servant of the Lord-- Treadman"--their minds were made up on the instant. London was ringing with inchoate rumours. Scarcely within living memory had the public mind been in a state of more curious agitation. The truth or falsehood of the various statements which were made was the subject of general controversy. Where two or three were gathered together, there was discussed the topic of the hour. It seemed, from Treadman"s telegram, that he of whom the tales were told was coming back in town, which he had quitted in such mysterious fashion. It seemed that Treadman himself actually believed he was the Christ.
Could two such single-minded souls, in the face of such a message, delay from making all haste in the direction of the Ripley road?
Yet before they went, and as they went, they did their best to spread the tidings. Mr. Treadman had done his best to spread them too. He had sent messages to heads of the Salvation and Church Armies, and of the various great religious societies, to ministers of all degrees and denominations, and, indeed, to everyone of whom, in his haste, he could think as being, in a religious or philanthropic, or, in short, in any sense, in that curious place--the public eye.
And presently various specimens of these persons were on their way to the Ripley road--some journeying by train, some on foot, some on horseback; a large number, both men and women, upon bicycles, and others in as heterogeneous a collection of vehicles as one might wish to see. Sundry battalions of the Salvation Army confided themselves to vans such as are used for beanfeasts and Sunday-School treats.
They shouted hymns; their bands made music by the way.