' I'd have
done it too, believe ME. Mr. Leavitt did put a stop to
it, but Fiske kept on with his meetings until Charley
Douglas put an end to his career in the Glen. Mrs.
Charley had been out in California all winter. She'd
been real melancholy in the fall--religious
melancholy--it ran in her family. Her father worried
so much over believing that he had committed the
unpardonable sin that he died in the asylum. So when
Rose Douglas got that way Charley packed her off to
visit her sister in Los Angeles. She got perfectly
well and came home just when the Fiske revival was in
full swing. She stepped off the train at the Glen,
real smiling and chipper, and the first thing she saw
staring her in the face on the black, gable-end of the
freight shed, was the question, in big white letters,
two feet high, `Whither goest thou--to heaven or hell?'
That had been one of Fiske's ideas, and he had got
Henry Hammond to paint it. Rose just gave a shriek and
fainted; and when they got her home she was worse than
ever. Charley Douglas went to Mr. Leavitt and told him
that every Douglas would leave the church if Fiske was
kept there any longer.
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