President Marsh, true to his promise, took up his cross and bore it manfully, but with shuddering, with groans and even tears, for his deepest conviction was touched, and he tore himself out of the scholarly seclusion of years with a pain and anguish that cost him more than anything he had ever done as a follower of Christ.

With him were a few of the college professors who had made the pledge in the First Church.

Their experience and suffering were the same as his; for their isolation from all the duties of citizenship had been the same.

The same was also true of Henry Maxwell, who plunged into the horror of this fight against whiskey and its allies with a sickening dread of each day's new encounter with it.

For never before had he borne such a cross.