HERO-WORSHIP.
Neither George Bullen, or the "Lebanon Rose," whom he had so
opportunely saved, had had any idea of how rapidly time had fled during
that afternoon. On reaching the street, and looking at his watch,
George was amazed to find that it was past six o'clock. Moving as
briskly as it was wise to do, so as not to call attention to himself,
he made his way to where the noise of the multitude told him that
something extra was happening.
He soon discovered that the excitement came from a kind of impromptu
mass meeting that had followed upon the appearance of Apleon riding on
his now celebrated black charger.
The first thing which struck Bullen was the fact that, already, every
one seemed to be wearing the "Covenant" sign--"The Mark of the Beast."
He himself appeared to be the only person who was not wearing it.
And--was it fancy? or did Apleon's eyes fix on him with a momentary
scowl.
The second thing which struck him, was the intense admiration and
homage of the great crowd--all classes alike seemed absolutely
infatuated--for this Emperor-Dictator of the world, Lucien Apleon, "The
Anti-christ."
Two cries rose loud and laudatory from the multitude "Who is like
Apleon? Who dare oppose him?" It was the ultimate fruit of the
jingoism of the previous years!
"This is what John beheld," Bullen told himself, "_all the world
wondered after the Beast_!" They are, already, worshipping him, in
their poor deluded hearts, as a God!
Almost, it seemed to the young journalist as though there was headed up
in this one man--the Man of Sin--all that men through the by-gone ages
had worshipped. The captivating power of ancient Babylon. The mighty
prowess of the Medo-Persian, the power that held all the world in
subjection and awe. The Grecian polish. The Roman legal acumen, and
martial perfection. All these things seemed combined in this one
notable man. And added to all this, there was his resistless
attractiveness, his beauty of face, his grace of form, his wondrous
voice, his regal air--"_all the world wondered after him_."
As, after awhile, he walked slowly homewards, George Bullen asked
himself the question:
"How can it have come to pass, that in comparatively so short a time,
it should be possible for all the world to be ready to yield an almost
idolatrous obedience to one man?"
Unconsciously to himself his pace slackened, it was as though his mind
had willed to have time to review things that should answer his
question, before he should reach his rooms, and the consideration
should be broken into.
"There was first," he mused "that gradual falling away from the Truth
of God, for a full half of the nineteenth century--very gradual, very
slow, and very subtle at first, but growing bolder each year, until, in
the early part of the first decade of the twentieth century, men
calling themselves Christians, taking the salaries of Christian
ministers, openly denied every fundamental truth of the Bible--Sin, the
Fall, The Atonement, The Resurrection, the Immaculate Birth of Christ,
His Deity, the Personality of Satan, the Personality of The Holy
Spirit, and everything else in God's word which clashed with the flesh
of their unregenerate lives.
"Then there was the giving heed to seducing spirits _and teachings of
demons_ (demonology, called spiritism) '_forbidding to marry_'
(doctrine of Lust, known as 'Free Love.')
"Great forces were at work during the latter part of the nineteenth
century, and more especially in the early part of the twentieth, all of
which were preparing the way for the Anti-christ.
"What blinded intellects called 'Progress,' was really Apostasy. And
Scientists, Materialists, and Humanists, and the _world's_ teachers
were all looking for some great outstanding genius, some super-man.
"The Believing Church, before the 'Rapture,' had its Hope, a Hope given
by God of _A Man_ who should head all things up in Himself, and clothe
His Church with His own glory. And that Man came, the Man Christ
Jesus, the Lord of Glory. And all the time the world had _its_ hope,
and just as Christ, the Hope of the Church, said '_I will come again_,'
so He also said, as regards the world's hope, '_Another shall come in
his own name_,' and now--"
George Bullen paused in his walking and looked back to where the
laudatory shouts of the deluded multitude, still rose around Apleon.
"And now," he continued, "that other _has_ come, come in his own name,
and the world has received him. As late as nineteen hundred and eight,
one of the world's so-called 'great thinkers,' a D.D., too, said:
"'We still wait for _The Genius_ who shall state our fundamental faith
in accordance with that insight which the _modern man_ has gained.'
"That '_great thinker_,' if he is living, ought now to be satisfied,
for his '_Genius_' has appeared. And if he still possesses a Bible,
let him turn to Revelation, thirteen-eighteen, and he will know how all
his fancied man-progress was prophesied for nearly two thousand years
ago in the words: '_Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding
count the number of the beast; for it is_ THE NUMBER OF MAN; _and his
number is 666_.'
"Oh, yes, in a hundred and one ways, the coming of the Anti-christ, and
the consequent worship of his Satanic-energized personality, was
well-paved; for the world relegated to the limbo of the past, God's
evangel as effete, superstitious, worn-out, and it was then prepared
for the Devil's lie, the Great Delusion."
By this time George's feet had carried him to the door of the house.
He knocked, as arranged before leaving, three slow, deliberate knocks
and two others, sharp, quickly-following.
Almost instantly Rose appeared at the door. She had prepared an
evening meal, and over the supper-table he told her all that he had
seen and heard, while out, adding:
"The whole world will be abjectly at the feet of that man of Satan,
presently."
For a few moments they talked on together, then she rose to clear the
table. His eyes followed her in all her movements, for, in spite of
her bruised stiffness, all that she did was done so deftly, and every
movement of her beautiful form was full of the grace of perfect ease.
Now, almost for the first time, it came to him with full seriousness,
"What am I to do with her? since, saving her, housing her I have, to a
certain extent, made myself responsible for her?"
When she returned to the room, after clearing the last thing from the
table, he said:
"We must face your future, Rose! What are your plans, or haven't you
any?"
"I am afraid I have no plans," she returned. "You see, good George, I
was so terrified at all I heard from my brother, that I simply got away
as quickly as I could, without any plan for the future, other than that
there has always been, at the back of my mind, an idea, that should I
ever (from any cause whatever) become a refugee, I should make my way
to England. For, rightly or wrongly; I believe the peoples of all the
world have always associated with England the two thoughts of safety
and liberty."
Lifting her eyes to his, a bright smile filling all her face, she went
on:
"I am not without money. I have nearly twenty-five pounds with me.
The question is, where would one--who would rather die than wear the
'Mark of the Beast'--be safest? In England, do you think?"
"I don't know, Rose. _My_ place is there, because my _duty_ lies
there. And now that I have, I think, finished all that I can do here,
I ought to be getting back, at once. I ought, I think, to go to-night.
At ten-thirty there is a good service to the West, but I cannot leave
you alone here. I fear that death, in some way, must have overtaken
the people of this house, so that I cannot remain here, but must leave
the house to its fate. But about you, Rose? I cannot leave you, like
the house, to your fate!"
With the absolute trust of a little child, she stretched her hands
towards him, saying:
"Good George, my saviour already from one dreadful death, save me again
please. Take care of me until we get to England, take me with you, I
will be no expense to you, I will give no trouble, I will--"
Her clinging, child-like trust moved him greatly. He took the two
pretty, plump little hands in his, and holding them in a clasp, firm
and tight, as though by his grip upon her he would give her an
assurance of safety, he said:
"Take you with me, little one, of course I will. And now that is
settled we will talk over our plans, for I think we ought to leave by
that ten-thirty Western-bound service. Each hour after to-night, the
service will become more crowded, and we had better avoid the crowd, if
we can."
George Bullen had never had much to do with women. No woman had ever
quickened by one extra beat his heart or pulse. Yet now he felt
himself strangely, mysteriously drawn to this sweet young Lebanon girl.
He realized that it was no time for love-making, yet he would have been
of marble not to have been moved by her trust in him, and by her sweet,
gracious personality.
At ten-thirty that night they were clear of the place, and
homeward-bound to England.