Presbyterian Evanston wending its way home to Sunday roast and ice cream would say: “Wasn’t Reverend Scoville powerful to-day! My!” They never guessed how Reverend Scoville had had to restrain himself from delivering Mark Antony’s address to the Romans. He often did it in his study when his gentle wife thought he was rehearsing next Sunday’s sermon.

As he grew older he overcame these boyish weaknesses, but he never got over his feeling for the stage. There were certain ill-natured gossips who claimed to have recognized the fine, upright figure and the mobile face with hair greying at the temples as having occupied a seat in the third row of the balcony in the old Grand Opera House during the run of Erminie. The elders put it down as spite talk and declared that, personally, they didn’t