h one finger:

"For forty years I have carried this book with me. It contains more
wisdom than any other book in the world. Your friend there can talk
until he is hoarse--it will do no harm--but the world will continue to
follow the wisdom of this book."

A kind of exaltation gleamed in his eye, and he spoke with an
earnestness equal to that of Henry Moore. He, too, was a street speaker,
waiting with his box at his side to begin. He would soon be standing up
there to prove, also with logic and authority, that there was a God. He,
also, would plough that knobby black soil of human heads with the share
of his vehement faith. The two women were with him to sing their belief,
and one had a basket to take up a collection, and the other, singling
me out as I listened with eagerness, gave me a printed tract, a kind of
advertisement of God.

I looked at the title of it. It was called: "God in His World."

"Does this prove that God is really in the world?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Will you read it?"

"Yes," I said, "I am glad to get it. It is wonderful that so great a
truth can he established in so small a pamphlet, and all for nothing."

She looked at me curiously, I thought, and I put the tract by the side
of the pamphlet I had bought from the freethinker, and drifted again in
the eddy.

The largest crowd of all was close packed about a swarthy young chap
whose bushy hair waved in response to the violence of his oratory. He,
too, was perspiring with his ideas. He had a marvellous staccato method
of question and answer. He would shoot a question like a rifle bullet at
the heads of his audience, and then stiffen back like a wary boxer, both
clenched hands poised in a tremulous gesticulation, and before any one
could answer his bullet-like question, he was answering it himself. As I
edged my way nearer to him I discovered that he, also, had a little pile
of books at his feet which a keen-eyed assistant was busily selling. How
well-established the technic of this art of the city eddies! How
well-studied the psychology!

I thought this example the most perfect of them all, and watched with
eagerness the play of the argument as it was mirrored in the intent
faces all about me. And gradually I grew interested in what the man was
saying, and thought of many good answers I could give to his
questionings if he were not so cunning with answers of his own. Finally,
in the midst of one of his loftiest flights, he demanded, hot