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Had he put himself there to watch Matty's face？
If he did； he was disappointed。 If he had persuaded himself he was to see a pale cheek or tearful eyes； or that he was going to compel her to drop her veil； he had reckoned quite without his host。 Whenever he did look that way； all he saw was the face of Master Horace。 Horace was engaged in counting the large tassels on his side of the pulpit curtains； in counting； also； the number of small tassels between them； and from the data thus obtained； in calculating how many tassels there must be on all the curtains to the pulpit； and how many on the curtains behind the rail to the chancel。 Mr。 Greenhithe； therefore； had but little comfort in studying Horace's face。
Just as the Creed was finished； when the rest of the church was still； the sexton led up the aisle a grim… looking man； with a shaggy coat and a very dirty face； and brought him close to the door of Mr。 Molyneux's pew as if he would fain bring him in。 Mr。 Molyneux was at the end of the pew； but happened to be turning away from the aisle； and the sexton actually touched him。 He turned round and looked at the stranger；evidently did not know him；but with the instinct of hospitality； stepped into the aisle and offered him his seat。 The stranger was embarrassed； hesitated as if he would speak； then shook his head in refusal of the attention； and crossing the aisle； took a seat offered him there； in full sight of Mr。 Molyneux； and； indeed； of Matty。
Poor girl！ The trifleof course it was a trifle upset her sadly。
Was the man a marshal or a sheriff？ Would they really arrest her father on Christmas Day； in church？
CHAPTER IV
IS THIS CHRISTMAS？
Yes； it was； as you have said； a very curious Christmas service for all those people。
What Horace turned his mind to； at intervals； has been told。
Of the elder members of our little company who sat there near the head of the side aisle； it may be said； in general； that they did their best to keep their hearts and minds engaged in the service； and that sometimes they succeeded。 They succeeded better while they could really join in the hymns and the prayers than they did when it came to the sermon。 Good Dr。 Gill； overruled by one of those lesser demons； whose work is so apparent though so inexplicable in this finite world； had selected for the text of his sermon of gladness the words； 〃Search and look。〃 And so it happenedit was what did not often happen with himhe must needs repeat those words often； at the beginning and end； indeed； of every leading paragraph of the sermon。 Now this duty of searching and looking had been just what all the elder members of the Molyneux family had been solidly doingeach in his way or hers； directly or by sympathyin the last forty… eight hours。 To get such relief as they might from it； they had come to church； to look rather higher if they could。 So that it was to them more a misfortune than a matter of immediate spiritual relief that their dear old friend； who loved each one of them with an intimate and peculiar love； happened to enlarge on his text just as he did。
If poor Mr。 Molyneux； by dint of severe self…command； had succeeded in abstracting his thoughts from disgrace almost certain；from thinking over； in horrible variety； the several threads of inquiry and answer by which that disgrace was to be avoided or precipitated；how was it possible to maintain such abstraction； while the worthy preacher； wholly unconscious of the blood he drew with every word； ground out his sentences in such words as these：
〃Search and look； my brethren。 Time passes faster than we think。 Our gray hairs gather apace above our foreheads。 And the treasure which we prized beyond price in years bygone has perhaps； amid the cares of this world； or in the deceitfulness of riches； been thrust on one side； neglected； at last forgotten。 How is it with you； dear friends？ Are you the man？ Are you the woman？ Have you put on one side the very treasure of your life；as some careless housewife might lay aside on a forgotten shelf this parcel or that； once so precious to her？ Dear friends； as the year draws to a close； awaken from such neglect！ Brush away the dust from these forgotten caskets！ Lift them from their hiding…places and set them forth； even in your Christmas festivities。 Search and look！〃
Poor Mrs。 Molyneux had never wished before so earnestly that a sermon might be done。 She dared not look round to see her husband for a while； but after one of these invocationsnot quite so terrible as the rest； perhapsshe stole a glance that way； to findthat she might have spared her anxiety。 Two nights of 〃searching and looking〃 had done their duty by the poor man； and though his head was firm braced against the column which rose from the side of their pew； his eyes were closed； and his wife was relieved by the certainty that he was listening； as those happy members of the human family listen who assure me that they hear when their lids are tight pressed over their eyeballs。 As for Beverly； he was assuming the resolute aspect of a sailor under fire； and was imagining himself taking the whole storm of Fort Constantine as he led an American squadron into the Bay of Sevastopol。 Tom did not know what the preacher said； but was devising the method of his interview with Greenhithe。 Matty did know。 Dear girl！ she knew very well。 And with every well…rounded sentence of the sermon she was more determined as to the method of her appeal to Mrs。 Gilbert； the widow of the notary。 She would search and look there。
Yes！ and it was well for every one of them that they went to that service。 The sermon at the worst was but twenty minutes。 〃Twenty minutes in length；〃 said Beverly； wickedly； 〃and no depth at all。〃 But that was not true nor fair； nor was that； either way； the thing that was essential。 By the time they had all sung
〃Praise God from whom all blessings flow；〃
even before the good old Doctor had asked for Heaven's blessing upon them； it had come。 To Mr。 Molyneux it had come in an hour's rest of mind； body； and soul。 To Matty it had come in an hour's calm determination。 To Mrs。 Molyneux it had come in the certainty that there is One Eye which sees through all hiding…places and behind all disguises。 To the children it had come； because the hour had called up to them a hundred memories of Galilee and Nazareth； of Mary Mother； and of children made happy； to supplement and help out their legends of Santa Claus。 Yes； and even Beverly the brave； and Tom the outraged； as they stood to receive the benediction of the preacher； were more of men and less of firebrands than they were。 They all stood with reverence； they paused a moment； and then slowly walked down the aisle。
〃Where is your father； Horace？〃 said Mrs。 Molyneux； a little anxiously； as she came where she could speak aloud。 Horace was waiting for her。
〃Papa？ He went away with the gentleman who came in after service began； they crossed the street and took a carriage together。〃
〃And did papa leave no message？〃
〃Why； no； he did not turn round。 The strange man the man in the rough coatjust touched him and spoke to him half…way down the aisle。 Then papa whispered to