A middle-sized, middle-aged lawyer stood on the rostrum one day last week before the House of Deputies of the sist General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church, continuing its deliberations in Atlantic City.
Churchmen and laymen had heard him read a minority report, launch into an impassioned argument. Suddenly, when another delegate interrupted on a point of order, they beheld the lawyer falter. Quick tears came to his eyes. His knuckles grew white clenching the rostrum. While the Deputies hushed, he fought to control himself, finally spoke in a low, choked voice:...
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