Wynkoop," she
explained. "The country is like a new world to me, and the people do
not seem at all like those of the East. They lead such a wild,
untrammelled life. Everything about seems to exhale the spirit of
romance; don't you find it so?"
He smiled at her enthusiasm, his glance of undisguised admiration on
her face. "I certainly recall some such earlier conception," he
admitted. "Those just arriving from the environment of an older
civilization perceive merely the picturesque elements; but my later
experiences have been decidedly prosaic."
"Why, Mr. Wynkoop! how could they be? Your work is heroic. I cannot
conceive how any minister of the Cross, having within him any of the
old apostolic fervor, can consent to spend his days amid the dreary
commonplaces of those old, dead Eastern churches. You, nobly battling
on the frontier, are the true modern Crusaders, the Knights of the
Grail. Here you are ever in the very forefront of the battle against
sin, associated with the Argonauts, impressing your faith upon the
bold, virile spirits of the age. It is perfectly grand! Why the very
men I meet seem to yield me a broader conception of life and duty; they
are so brave, so modest, so active.
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