He left his home--he left the mother he loved--he went into voluntary exile, animated by one purpose.

Remember that, my People! He went into the service of this man animated by one purpose--the determination to win back his rightful fortune! And for seven weary years he continued his pursuit.

For the seven most vital years of his youth he suppressed every instinct that animates a boy! "He worked more laboriously than the laborer in the fields, for mental servitude is more galling to the young than any physical strain.

But he never faltered; and at last he had the pride of knowing that his end was gained--he had the pride of knowing that he had become indispensable to the master whom he served!" Again he paused, but this time the pause was of impressive weight.

Unconsciously, and without analyzing the feeling, every member of the congregation felt that some announcement was pending--that some extraordinary revelation was about to be made.
Enid sat rigid, holding her breath in an agony of suspense, fascinated and appalled by the incomprehensible discourse.