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。　　He　was　forty　years　old；　and　by　his　nature　very　silent　and　reticent。　　To　preach；　standing　in　the　pulpit　before　the　people；　was　always　a　hardship　for　him　and　from　Wednesday　morning　until　Saturday　evening　he　thought　of　nothing　but　the　two　sermons　that　must　be　preached　on　Sunday。　Early　on　Sunday　morning　he　went　into　a　little　room　called　a　study　in　the　bell　tower　of　the　church　and　prayed。　　In　his　prayers　there　was　one　note　that　al…　ways　predominated。　　〃Give　me　strength　and　courage　for　Thy　work；　O　Lord！〃　he　pleaded；　kneeling　on　the　bare　floor　and　bowing　his　head　in　the　presence　of　the　task　that　lay　before　him。

The　Reverend　Hartman　was　a　tall　man　with　a　brown　beard。　　His　wife；　a　stout；　nervous　woman；　was　the　daughter　of　a　manufacturer　of　underwear　at　Cleveland；　Ohio。　　The　minister　himself　was　rather　a　favorite　in　the　town。　　The　elders　of　the　church　liked　him　because　he　was　quiet　and　unpretentious　and　Mrs。　White；　the　banker's　wife；　thought　him　schol…　arly　and　refined。

The　Presbyterian　Church　held　itself　somewhat　aloof　from　the　other　churches　of　Winesburg。　　It　was　larger　and　more　imposing　and　its　minister　was　better　paid。　　He　even　had　a　carriage　of　his　own　and　on　summer　evenings　sometimes　drove　about　town　with　his　wife。　　Through　Main　Street　and　up　and　down　Buckeye　Street　he　went；　bowing　gravely　to　the　peo…　ple；　while　his　wife；　afire　with　secret　pride；　looked　at　him　out　of　the　corners　of　her　eyes　and　worried　lest　the　horse　become　frightened　and　run　away。

For　a　good　many　years　after　he　came　to　Wines…　burg　things　went　well　with　Curtis　Hartman。　　He　was　not　one　to　arouse　keen　enthusiasm　among　the　wor…　shippers　in　his　church　but　on　the　other　hand　he　made　no　enemies。　　In　reality　he　was　much　in　earnest　and　sometimes　suffered　prolonged　periods　of　re…　morse　because　he　could　not　go　crying　the　word　of　God　in　the　highways　and　byways　of　the　town。　　He　wondered　if　the　flame　of　the　spirit　really　burned　in　him　and　dreamed　of　a　day　when　a　strong　sweet　new　current　of　power　would　come　like　a　great　wind　into　his　voice　and　his　soul　and　the　people　would　tremble　before　the　spirit　of　God　made　manifest　in　him。　　〃I　am　a　poor　stick　and　that　will　never　really　happen　to　me；〃　he　mused　dejectedly；　and　then　a　patient　smile　lit　up　his　features。　　〃Oh　well；　I　suppose　I'm　doing　well　enough；〃　he　added　philosophically。

The　room　in　the　bell　tower　of　the　church；　where　on　Sunday　mornings　the　minister　prayed　for　an　in…　crease　in　him　of　the　power　of　God；　had　but　one　window。　　It　was　long　and　narrow　and　swung　out…　ward　on　a　hinge　like　a　door。　　On　the　window；　made　of　little　leaded　panes；　was　a　design　showing　the　Christ　laying　his　hand　upon　the　head　of　a　child。　One　Sunday　morning　in　the　summer　as　he　sat　by　his　desk　in　the　room　with　a　large　Bible　opened　be…　fore　him；　and　the　sheets　of　his　sermon　scattered　about；　the　minister　was　shocked　to　see；　in　the　upper　room　of　the　house　next　door；　a　woman　lying　in　her　bed　and　smoking　a　cigarette　while　she　read　a　book。　Curtis　Hartman　went　on　tiptoe　to　the　window　and　closed　it　softly。　　He　was　horror　stricken　at　the　thought　of　a　woman　smoking　and　trembled　also　to　think　that　his　eyes；　just　raised　from　the　pages　of　the　book　of　God；　had　looked　upon　the　bare　shoulders　and　white　throat　of　a　woman。　　With　his　brain　in　a　whirl　he　went　down　into　the　pulpit　and　preached　a　long　sermon　without　once　thinking　of　his　gestures　or　his　voice。　　The　sermon　attracted　unusual　attention　because　of　its　power　and　clearness。　　〃I　wonder　if　she　is　listening；　if　my　voice　is　carrying　a　message　into　her　soul；〃　he　thought　and　began　to　hope　that　on　future　Sunday　mornings　he　might　be　able　to　say　words　that　would　touch　and　awaken　the　woman　apparently　far　gone　in　secret　sin。

The　house　next　door　to　the　Presbyterian　Church；　through　the　windows　of　which　the　minister　had　seen　the　sight　that　had　so　upset　him；　was　occupied　by　two　women。　　Aunt　Elizabeth　Swift；　a　grey　competent…　looking　widow　with　money　in　the　Winesburg　Na…　tional　Bank；　lived　there　with　her　daughter　Kate　Swift；　a　school　teacher。　　The　school　teacher　was　thirty　years　old　and　had　a　neat　trim…looking　figure。　She　had　few　friends　and　bore　a　reputation　of　having　a　sharp　tongue。　　When　he　began　to　think　about　her；　Curtis　Hartman　remembered　that　she　had　been　to　Europe　and　had　lived　for　two　years　in　New　York　City。　　〃Perhaps　after　all　her　smoking　means　noth…　ing；〃　he　thought。　　He　began　to　remember　that　when　he　was　a　student　in　college　and　occasionally　read　novels；　good　although　somewhat　worldly　women；　had　smoked　through　the　pages　of　a　book　that　had　once　fallen　into　his　hands。　　With　a　rush　of　new　deter…　mination　he　worked　on　his　sermons　all　through　the　week　and　forgot；　in　his　zeal　to　reach　the　ears　and　the　soul　of　this　new　listener；　both　his　embarrassment　in　the　pulpit　and　the　necessity　of　prayer　in　the　study　on　Sunday　mornings。

Reverend　Hartman's　experience　with　women　had　been　somewhat　limited。　　He　was　the　son　of　a　wagon　maker　from　Muncie；　Indiana；　and　had　worked　his　way　through　college。　　The　daughter　of　the　under…　wear　manufacturer　had　boarded　in　a　house　where　he　lived　during　his　school　days　and　he　had　married　her　after　a　formal　and　prolonged　courtship；　carried　on　for　the　most　part　by　the　girl　herself。　　On　his　mar…　riage　day　the　underwear　manufacturer　had　given　his　daughter　five　thousand　dollars　and　he　promised　to　leave　her　at　least　twice　that　amount　in　his　will。　　The　minister　had　thought　himself　fortunate　in　marriage　and　had　never　permitted　himself　to　think　of　other　women。　　He　did　not　want　to　think　of　other　women。　What　he　wanted　was　to　do　the　work　of　God　quietly　and　earnestly。

In　the　soul　of　the　minister　a　struggle　awoke。　　From　wanting　to　reach　the　ears　of　Kate　Swift；　and　through　his　sermons　to　delve　into　her　soul；　he　began　to　want　also　to　look　again　at　the　figure　lying　white　and　quiet　in　the　bed。　　On　a　Sunday　morning　when　he　could　not　sleep　because　of　his　thoughts　he　arose　and　went　to　walk　in　the　streets。　　When　he　had　gone　along　Main　Street　almost　to　the　old　Richmond　place　he　stopped　and　picking　up　a　stone　rushed　off　to　the　room　in　the　bell　tower。　　With　the　stone　he　broke　out　a　corner　of　the　window　and　then　locked　the　door　and　sat　down　at　the　desk　before　the　open　Bible　to　wait。　　When　the　shade　of　the　window　to　Kate　Swift's　room　was　raised　he　could　see；　through　the　hole；　directly　into　her　bed；　but　she　was　not　there。　　She　also　had　arisen　and　had　gone　for　a　walk　and　the　hand　that　raised　the　shade　was　the　hand　of　Aunt　Elizabeth　Swift。

The　minister　almost　wept　with　joy　at　this　deliver…　ance　from　the　carnal　desire　to　〃peep〃　and　went　back　to　his　own　house　praising　God。　　In　an　ill　moment　he　forgot；　however；　to　stop　the　hole　in　the　window。　The　piece　of　glass　broken　out　at　the　corner　of　the　window　just　nipped　off　the　bare　heel　of　the　boy　standing　motionless　and　looking　with　rapt　eyes　into　the　face　of　the　Christ。

Curtis　Hartman　forgot　his　sermon　on　that　Sunday　morning。　　He　talked　to　his　congregation　and　in　his　talk　said　that　it　was　a　mistake　for　people　to　think　of　their　minister　as　a　man　set　aside　and　intended　by　nature　to　lead　a　blameless　life。　　〃Out　of　my　own　experience　I　know　that　we；　who　are　the　ministers　of　God's　word；　are　beset　by　the　same　temptations　that　assail　you；〃　he　declared。　　〃I　have　been　tempted　and　have　surrendered　to　temptation。　　It　is　only　the　hand　of　God；　placed　beneath　my　head；　that　has　raised　me　up。　As　he　has　raised　me　so　also　will　he　raise　you。　Do　not　despair。　　In　your　hour　of　sin　raise　your　eyes　to　the　skies　and　you　will　be　again　and　again　saved。〃

Resolutely　the　minister　put　the　thoughts　of　the　woman　in　the　bed　out　of　his　mind　and　began　to　be　something　like　a　lover　in　the　presence　of　his　wife。　One　evening　when　they　drove　out　together　he　turned　the　horse　out　of　Buckeye　Street　and　in　the　darkness　on　Gospel　Hill；　above　Waterworks　Pond；　put　his　arm　about　Sarah　Hartman's　waist。　　When　he　had　eaten　breakfast　in　the　morning　and　was　ready　to　retire　to　his　study　at　the　back　of　his　house　he　went　around　the　table　and　kissed　his　wife　on　the　cheek。　　When　thoughts　of　Kate　Swift　came　into　his　head；　he　smiled　and　raised　his　eyes　to　the　skies。　〃Intercede　for　me；　Master；〃　he　muttered；　〃keep　me　in　the　narrow　path　intent　on　Thy　work。〃

And　now　began　the　real　struggle　in　the　soul　of　the　brown…bearded　minister。　　By　chance　he　discov…　ered　that　Kate　Swift　was　in　the　habit　of　lying　in　her　bed　in　the　evenings　and　reading　a　book。　　A　lamp　stood　on　a　table　by　the　side　of　the　bed　and　the　light　streamed　down　upon　her　white　shoulders　and　bare　throat。　　On　the　evening　when　he　made　the　discovery　the　minister　sat　at　the　desk　in　the　dusty　room　from　nine　until　after　eleven　and　when　her　light　was　put　out　stumbled　out　of　the　church　to　spend　two　more　hours　walking　and　praying　in　the　streets。　　He　did　not　want　to　kiss　the　shoulders　and　the　throat　of　Kate　Swift　and　had　not　allowed　his　mind　to　dwell　on　such　thoughts。　　He　did　not　know　what　he　wanted。　〃I　am　God's　child　and　he　must　save　me　from　my…　self；〃　he　cried；　in　the　darkness　under　the　trees　as　he　wandered　in　the　streets。　　By　a　tree　he　stood　and　looked　at　the　sky　that　was　covered　with　hurrying　clouds。　　He　began　to　talk　to　God　intimately　and　closely。　　〃Please；　Father；　do　not　forget　me。　　Give　me　power　to　go　tomorrow　and　repair　the　hole　in　the　window。　　Lift　my　eyes　again　to　the　skies。　　Stay　with　m