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Show page 121 nearest the tree, when the harp music began. The congregation turned toward the open window. Mary Saint Marie stood; she seemed to hear the music clearer than others. She felt, as others now began to feel, released from her earthly self, enraptured of something from the Eternal City. The harp notes, to everyone's minds, came from the leafy, towering tree, pervading the little church to the farthermost corner, holding the worshipers spellbound, excepting Homer Radcliffe. Radcliffe gritted his teeth, squirmed and fidgited, held onto his chair with both hands. Suddenly he closed his eyes, then opened them in stark fear. He bolted from the platform and ran down the church aisle to the doorway. Turning, he shouted, "A hex on you and your curses I" Trembling, he stumbled down the hill to his car. The harp music subsided as softly as it had begun. The oak tree, proud and mighty, seemed to spread a protect-iveness over the Holiness people. Campbell finished his sermon and thanked all benefactors in behalf of the congregation. "As you all may have noticed," he said, turning momentarily toward Durango, "there was a sinner amongst us who could not stand the Revelation." He concluded the church's business with Wilhoyt with the congregation present, collected pledges, and walked with Wilhoyt down the hill to his car. He stood with him as the Holiness people walked by with light and buoyant steps. Wilhoyt looked back up the hill. "I recall with nostalgia the chigger bites of my youth," he said to Campbell. "The oak |