I needed this book. I'm not sure why, just because of the mood I've been in these last few weeks, not a good one. So this book, The Witness came along and almost kept going past since I never heard of it before and there wasn't a clue what it was about, except somebody witnessed something I thought. But I had read some of the author's books before, so I started, and now I'm glad I did. First, the things I didn't like:
College, that's where it starts, at a college. I have never been sorry that I've never been near one, after getting through those twelve years of school they made me go to, I wasn't about to sign up for four more willingly. But that's where we find Paul Courtland and all his friends.
Next, one of our stars of the story, Gila, the girl Courtland, and just about every other young man on the planet loves. She agrees reluctantly to visit a girl in the hospital because Paul asks her to. A very, very poor girl, and she really doesn't want to get near a poor person, but she goes. This is how she treats the girl:
"Well, I've brought you a few things!" declared Gila, in a most offensive tone. "Paul Courtland asked me to come and see what I could do for you." She swung her moleskin trappings about and pointed to the box. "I don't believe in giving money, not often," she declared, with a tilt of her nasty little chin that suddenly seemed to curve out in a hateful, Satanic point, "but I don't mind giving a little lift in other ways to persons who are truly worthy, you know. I've brought you a few evening dresses that I'm done with. It may help you to get a position playing for the movies, perhaps; or if you don't know rag-time, perhaps you might act—they'll take almost anybody, I understand, if they have good clothes. Besides, I'm going to give you an introduction to a girls' employment club. They have a hall and hold dances once a week and you get acquainted. It only costs you ten cents a week and it will give you a place to spend your evenings. If you join that you'll need evening dresses for the dances. Of course I understand some of the girls just go in their street suits, but you stand a great deal better chance of having a good time if you are dressed attractively. And then they say men often go in there evenings to look for a stenographer, or an actor, or some kind of a worker, and they always pick out the prettiest. Dress goes a great way if you use it rightly. Now there's a frock in here—" Gila stooped and untied the cord on the box. "This frock cost a hundred and fifty dollars, and I never wore it but once!"
She held up a tattered blue net adorned with straggling, crushed, artificial rosebuds, its sole pretension to a waist being a couple of straps of silver tissue attached to a couple of rags of blue net. It looked for all the world like a draggled butterfly.
"It's torn in one or two places," pursued Gila's ready tongue, "but it's easily mended. I wore it to a dance and somebody stepped on the hem. I suppose you are good at mending. A girl in your position ought to know how to sew. My maid usually mends things like this with a thread of itself. You can pull one out along the hem, I should think. Then here is a pink satin. It needs cleaning. They don't charge more than two or three dollars—or perhaps you might use gasolene. I had slippers to match, but I couldn't find but one. I brought that along. I thought you might do something with it. They were horribly expensive—made to order, you know. Then this cerise chiffon, all covered with sequins, is really too showy for a girl in your station, but in case you get a chance to act you might need it, and anyhow I never cared for it. It isn't becoming to me. Here's an indigo charmeuse with silver trimmings. I got horribly tired of it, but you will look stunning in it. It might even help you catch a rich husband; who knows! There's half a dozen pairs of white evening gloves! I might have had them cleaned, but if you can use them I can get new ones. And there's a bundle of old silk stockings! They haven't any toes or heels much, but I suppose you can darn them. And of course you can't afford to buy expensive silk stockings!"
Our sick girl, Bonnie, refuses all the lovely torn dresses and worn out stockings, and our generous Gila leaves in a huff. I guess she had to find someone else to dump her old clothing on.
And finally there is Ramsey Thomas, the owner of a "model factory" who wants to hire Courtland to work in. It is described as being built of all white marble, with vines over the place, and big rest-room and reading-room for the hands, gymnasium on the roof, a model restaurant, all up to date. Ramsey says that whenever some whining idiot of a woman, goes blabbing about the working conditions in the factories, they run a few senators up there for the day and show them the factory, it pays in the long run. Not only are the workers not allowed to use all these wonderful modern things all over the place, they get locked into the factory in the morning and not left out until evening. I have no idea why they would think this was necessary, but they do it. And girls faint from the heat, you better not do that, you could get fired for fainting on the job.
So those are the things I don't like in the book. The story begins with the college boys going to a theater and making another boy, Stephen, go with them after they cover him with rotten eggs, just because they can. And dressing him in any stupid clothing they can find they carry him to the theater. And at the theater a fire breaks out, and as the fire consumes the building Stephen stays inside helping people get out of the fire escape:
The fire was gaining in the pit; and still there were people down there, swarms of them, struggling, crying, lifting piteous hands for assistance. Still Stephen Marshall reached from the gallery and pulled up, one after another, poor creatures, and still the helpless thronged and cried for aid.
Dizzy, blinded, his eyes filled with smoke, his muscles trembling with the terrible strain, he stood at his post. The minutes seemed interminable hours, and still he worked, with heart pumping painfully, and mind that seemed to have no thought save to reach down for another and another, and point up to safety.
Then, into the midst of the confusion there arose an instant of great and awful silence. One of those silences that come even into great sound and claim attention from the most absorbed.
Paul Courtland, high in his chosen station, working eagerly, successfully, calmly, looked down to see the cause of this sudden arresting of the universe; and there, below, was the pit full of flame, with people struggling and disappearing into fiery depths below. Just above the pit stood Stephen, lifting aloft a little child with frightened eyes and long streaming curls. He swung him high and turned to stoop again; then with his stooping came the crash; the rending, grinding, groaning, twisting of all that held those great galleries in place, as the fire licked hold of their supports and wrenched them out of position.
One instant Stephen was standing by that crimson-velvet railing, with his lifted hand pointing the way to safety for the child, the flaming fire lighting his face with glory, his hair a halo about his head, and in the next instant, even as his hand was held out to save another, the gallery fell, crashing into the fiery, burning furnace! And Stephen, with his face shining like an angel's, went down and disappeared with the rest, while the consuming fire swept up and covered them.
And now enters the main character of the book, Jesus. He's the one I needed to see. Almost every page after this refers to Jesus at one time or another. He is always there "beside" us according to Courtland. And this is why I needed the book right now and also why you may not want to read it at all. Here are some of the things I underlined, you'll get the idea:
How much difference it must make what one had done with the time over there in the city, when the stopping time came! How much better it would be if one could live remembering the Presence, always being aware of its nearness! To live Christ! What would that mean? Was he ready to surrender a thought like that?......
It stands to reason if there is a Christ He'd come to people that way sometimes. I never had any vision, or anything that I know of, but I've always known in my heart there was a Christ and He was helping me! I couldn't answer their arguments, those smart-Aleck young doctors and the nurses that talked so much, but I always felt nobody could upset my belief, even if the whole world turned against Him, for I knew there was a Christ! I don't know how I know it, but I know it and that's enough for me! I don't boast of being much of a Christian myself, but if I didn't know there was a Christ I couldn't stand the life I have to live, nor the disappointments that I've had."............
Some time a little after noon there came a peace to Courtland's troubled soul.
When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee, and through the floods they shall not overflow thee!
It was as near to him as whispers in his ear, and peace was all about him.
He stood up, looked abroad, saw the beauty of the day, heard the dreaminess of the afternoon coming on, heard louder God's call to his heart, and knew that there was strength for all his need......
This one I found is very important to me and I so hope it is true, I have a lot to make up for.:
"It is never too late!" said Mother Marshall, brushing away a bright tear. "There is heaven, you know!"
"Why, surely there is heaven! I hadn't thought of that! Won't that be great?" Courtland spoke the words reverently. It came to him gladly that he might make up in heaven for many things lost down here. He had never thought of that before.
I just realized reading this over again that I really told almost nothing about the plot. How Courtland meets Gila because his friends are afraid he will ruin himself now that he found religion. The little boy he saw get hit and killed on the road leaving his sister, Bonnie, all alone now with no other person in the world to care for or care about her. How she meets Courtland, what happens between them. I told you none of that, but I'm ending here anyway, I have to go think about that last quote again, will I be able to make up for things in heaven ?, I hope so. Happy reading.