His uncles agitation went out like a wind-blown flame. He, too, drooped in an utter fatigue. Never mind, Natty, he said tremulously, itll all come out right somehow. Just you do as Uncle Jehiel says. clearness among these people. For surely it is NOT clearness -- itnecessarily cant be clearness. Even a jury would have penetration enough todiscover that. A writers ideas must be a good deal confused, a good dealout of line and sequence, when he starts out to say that a man met arequire the speaker to deliver them in sections, with intermissions for The last comers disappeared in the church and the sound of singing came faintly to Jehiels ears. Although he was the sexton he rarely was in church for the service, using his duties as an excuse for absence. He felt that it was not for him to take part in prayer and thanksgiving. As a boy he had prayed for the one thing he wanted, and what had it come to? That evening, as he walked home after service, he told himself that he had never known so long a day. It seemed longer than all the rest of his life. Indeed he felt that some strange and racking change had come upon him since the morning, as though he were not the same person, as though he had been away on a long journey, and saw all things with changed eyes. cases of it every day in our books and newspapers: but with us it is themark and sign of an unpracticed writer or a cloudy intellect, whereas withthe Germans it is doubtless the mark and sign of a practiced pen and of thepresence of that sort of luminous intellectual fog which stands for
