Tongues of Conscience

Tongues of Conscience is a Fiction Short Story Book. The book tells that In London nightfall is a delirium of bustle, in the country the coming of a dream. The town scatters a dust of city men over its long and lighted streets, powders its crying thoroughfares with gaily dressed creatures who are hidden, like bats, during the hours of day, opens a thousand defiant yellow eyes that have been sealed in sleep, throws off its wrapper and shows its elaborate toilet. The country grows demure and brown, most modest in the shadows. Labourers go home along the damp and silent lanes with heavy weariness. The parish clergyman flits like a blackbird through the twinkling village. Dogs bark from solitary farms. A beautiful and soft depression fills all the air like incense or like evening bells. But whether night reveals or hides the activities of men it changes them most curiously. Tne arrira! of darkness ahnys meant something to the Rev. Peter Uniacke, vhotx cure souls; the srarming aScys and the docks in which his work had been done. He failed to give this visitar. so strange and soft-footed, some slight greeting. Some tim es his welcome was a sigh, sometimes a prayer, sometimes a clenching of the hands, a smile, a pause in his onward walk. Looking backward along his past he could see his tall figure in many different places, aware of the first footfalls of the not, now alone and thinking of night's allegory of mans end, now in company, when the talk insensibljr changed its character, flowing into deeper, move mysterious or confidential channels. Peter Uniacke had listened to informal confessions, too, as the night fell, confessions of sin that at first surpriMd him, that at last could no longer surprise him. And he had confessed himself, before the altar of the twilight, and had wondered why it is that sometimes Nature seems to have the power of absohttion, even as God has it.