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and girls whom he knew were 〃under conviction；〃 and John began to feel not only panicky； but lonesome。 Cynthia Rudd had been anxious for days and days； and not able to sleep at night； but now she had given herself up and found peace。 There was a kind of radiance in her face that struck John with awe； and he felt that now there was a great gulf between him and Cynthia。 Everybody was going away from him； and his heart was getting harder than ever。 He could n't feel wicked； all he could do。 And there was Ed Bates） his intimate friend； though older than he； a 〃whaling；〃 noisy kind of boy； who was under conviction and sure he was going to be lost。 How John envied him！ And pretty soon Ed 〃experienced religion。〃 John anxiously watched the change in Ed's face when he became one of the elect。 And a change there was。 And John wondered about another thing。 Ed Bates used to go trout… fishing； with a tremendously long pole； in a meadow brook near the river； and when the trout didn't bite right off； Ed wouldget mad；〃 and as soon as one took hold he would give an awful jerk； sending the fish more than three hundred feet into the air and landing it in the bushes the other side of the meadow； crying out； 〃Gul darn ye； I'll learn ye。〃 And John wondered if Ed would take the little trout out any more gently now。
John felt more and more lonesome as one after another of his playmates came out and made a profession。 Cynthia （she too was older than John） sat on Sunday in the singers' seat； her voice； which was going to be a contralto； had a wonderful pathos in it for him； and he heard it with a heartache。 〃There she is；〃 thought John； 〃singing away like an angel in heaven； and I am left out。〃 During all his after life a contralto voice was to John one of his most bitter and heart…wringing pleasures。 It suggested the immaculate scornful； the melancholy unattainable。
If ever a boy honestly tried to work himself into a conviction of sin； John tried。 And what made him miserable was； that he couldn't feel miserable when everybody else was miserable。 He even began to pretend to be so。 He put on a serious and anxious look like the others。 He pretended he did n't care for play； he refrained from chasing chipmunks and snaring suckers； the songs of birds and the bright vivacity of the summertime that used to make him turn hand… springs smote him as a discordant levity。 He was not a hypocrite at all； and he was getting to be alarmed that he was not alarmed at himself。 Every day and night he heard that the spirit of the Lord would probably soon quit striving with him； and leave him out。 The phrase was that he would 〃grieve away the Holy Spirit。〃 John wondered if he was not doing it。 He did everything to put himself in the way of conviction； was constant at the evening meetings； wore a grave face； refrained from play； and tried to feel anxious。 At length he concluded that he must do something。
One night as he walked home from a solemn meeting； at which several of his little playmates had 〃come forward；〃 he felt that he could force the crisis。 He was alone on the sandy road； it was an enchanting summer night； the stars danced overhead； and by his side the broad and shallow river ran over its stony bed with a loud but soothing murmur that filled all the air with entreaty。 John did not then know that it sang； 〃But I go on forever；〃 yet there was in it for him something of the solemn flow of the eternal world。 When he came in sight of the house； he knelt down in the dust by a pile of rails and prayed。 He prayed that he might feel bad； and be distressed about himself。 As he prayed he heard distinctly； and yet not as a disturbance； the multitudinous croaking of the frogs by the meadow spring。 It was not discordant with his thoughts； it had in it a melancholy pathos； as if it were a kind of call to the unconverted。 What is there in this sound that suggests the tenderness of spring； the despair of a summer night； the desolateness of young love？ Years after it happened to John to be at twilight at a railway station on the edge of the Ravenna marshes。 A little way over the purple plain he saw the darkening towers and heard 〃the sweet bells of Imola。〃 The Holy Pontiff Pius IX。 was born at Imola； and passed his boyhood in that serene and moist region。 As the train waited； John heard from miles of marshes round about the evening song of millions of frogs； louder and more melancholy and entreating than the vesper call of the bells。 And instantly his mind went back for the association of sound is as subtle as that of odorto the prayer； years ago； by the roadside and the plaintive appeal of the unheeded frogs； and he wondered if the little Pope had not heard the like importunity； and perhaps； when he thought of himself as a little Pope； associated his conversion with this plaintive sound。
John prayed； but without feeling any worse； and then went desperately into the house； and told the family that he was in an anxious state of mind。 This was joyful news to the sweet and pious household； and the little boy was urged to feel that he was a sinner； to repent； and to become that night a Christian； he was prayed over； and told to read the Bible； and put to bed with the injunction to repeat all the texts of Scripture and hymns he could think of。 John did this； and said over and over the few texts he was master of； and tossed about in a real discontent now； for he had a dim notion that he was playing the hypocrite a little。 But he was sincere enough in wanting to feel； as the other boys and girls felt； that he was a wicked sinner。 He tried to think of his evil deeds； and one occurred to him； indeed； it often came to his mind。 It was a lie； a deliberate； awful lie； that never injured anybody but himself John knew he was not wicked enough to tell a lie to injure anybody else。
This was the lie。 One afternoon at school； just before John's class was to recite in geography； his pretty cousin； a young lady he held in great love and respect； came in to visit the school。 John was a favorite with her； and she had come to hear him recite。 As it happened； John felt shaky in the geographical lesson of that day； and he feared to be humiliated in the presence of his cousin； he felt embarrassed to that degree that he could n't have 〃bounded 〃 Massachusetts。 So he stood up and raised his hand； and said to the schoolma'am； 〃Please； ma'am； I 've got the stomach…ache； may I go home？〃 And John's character for truthfulness was so high （and even this was ever a reproach to him）； that his word was instantly believed； and he was dismissed without any medical examination。 For a moment John was delighted to get out of school so early； but soon his guilt took all the light out of the summer sky and the pleasantness out of nature。 He had to walk slowly； without a single hop or jump； as became a diseased boy。 The sight of a woodchuck at a distance from his well…known hole tempted John； but he restrained himself； lest somebody should see him； and know that chasing a woodchuck was inconsistent with the stomach…ache。 He was acting a miserable part； but it had to be gone through with。 He went home and told his mother the reason he had left school； but he added that he felt 〃some〃 better now。 The 〃some〃 did n't save him。 Genuine sympathy was lavished on him。 He had to swallow a stiff dose of nasty 〃picra；〃the horror of all childhood； and he was put in bed immediately。 The world never looked so pleasant to John； but to bed he was forced to go。 He was excused from all chores； he was not even to go after the cows。 John said he thought he ought to go after the cows；much as he hated the business usually； he would now willingly have wandered over the world after cows；and for this heroic offer； in the condition he was； he got credit for a desire to do his duty； and this unjust confidence in him added to his torture。 And he had intended to set his hooks that night for eels。 His cousin came home； and sat by his bedside and condoled with him； his schoolma'am had sent word how sorry she was for him； John was Such a good boy。 All this was dreadful。
He groaned in agony。 Besides； he was not to have any supper； it would be very dangerous to eat a morsel。 The prospect was appalling。 Never was there such a long twilight； never before did he hear so many sounds outdoors that he wanted to investigate。 Being ill without any illness was a horrible condition。 And he began to have real stomach…ache now； and it ached because it was empty。 John was hungry enough to have eaten the New England Primer。 But by and by sleep came； and John forgot his woes in dreaming that he knew where Madagascar was just as easy as anything。
It was this lie that came back to John the night he was trying to be affected by the revival。 And he was very much ashamed of it； and believed he would never tell another。 But then he fell thinking whether； with the 〃picra；〃 and the going to bed in the afternoon； and the loss of his supper； he had not been sufficiently paid for it。 And in this unhopeful frame of mind he dropped off in sleep。
And the truth must be told； that in the morning John was no nearer to realizing the terrors he desired to feel。 But he was a conscientious boy； and would do nothi