CHAPTER VII
THE BISHOP'S VISION
"The Bishop is out of hand," Ernest wrote me. "He is clear up in the air. To-night he is going to begin putting to rights this very miserable world of ours. He is going to deliver his message. He has told me so, and I cannot dissuade him. To-night he is chairman of the I. P. H., and he will embody his message in his introductory remarks.
"May I bring you to hear him? Of course, he is foredoomed to futility. It will break your heart—it will break his; but for you it will be an excellent object lesson. You know, dear heart, how proud I am because you love me. And because of that I want you to know my fullest value, I want to redeem, in your eyes, some small measure of my unworthiness. And so it is that my pride desires that you shall know my thinking is correct and right. My views are harsh; the futility of so noble a soul as the Bishop will show you the compulsion for such harshness. So come to-night. Sad though this night's happening will be, I feel that it will but draw you more closely to me."
The I. P. H.[1] held its convention that night in San
- ↑ There is no clew to the name of the organization for which these initials stand.
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