Fifth Business (The Deptford Trilogy 1) by Robertson Davies

Author:Robertson Davies [Davies, Robertson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Canada, Fiction
ISBN: 0143051385
Publisher: Penguin Books
Published: 2012-04-12T02:25:00+00:00

—sung with the dispirited drag of the unaccompanied, untalented religious, the little group drifted away—the bums to the sleeping quarters next door and the respectable to their homes—and I was alone with Joel Surgeoner.

"Well, sir, I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you so soon," said he and gestured me into a kitchen chair by the table. He frugally turned off the electricity, and we sat in the light of the lamps.

"You promised to show me what prayer had brought," I said.

"You see it around you," he replied, and then, seeing surprise on my face at the wretchedness of the Mission, he led me to a door into the next room—it was in fact a double door running on a track, of the kind you see in old warehouses—and slid it back. In the gloom leaking down through an overhead skylight I saw a poor dormitory in which about fifty men were lying on cots. "Prayer brings me these, and prayer and hard work and steady begging provide for them, Mr. Ramsay." I suppose he had learned my name at the school.

"I spoke to our Bursar tonight," I said "and your talk this morning will bring you a cheque for five hundred and forty-three dollars; from six hundred boys and a staff of about thirty, that's not bad. What will you do with it?"

"Winter is coming; it will buy a lot of warm underclothes." He closed the sliding door, and we sat down again in what seemed to be the chapel, common room, and business office of the Mission. "That cheque will probably be a week getting here, and our needs are daily—hourly. Here is the collection from our little meeting tonight." He showed me thirteen cents on a cracked saucer.

I decided it was time to go at him. "Thirteen cents for a thirteen-cent talk," I said. "Did you expect them to believe that cock-and-bull story about the cursing sailor and the widow's mite? Don't you underestimate them?"

He was not disconcerted. "I expect them to believe the spirit of the story," he said, "and I know from experience what kind of story they like. You educated people, you have a craze for what you call truth, by which you mean police-court facts. These people get their noses rubbed in such facts all day and every day, and they don't want to hear them from me."

"So you provide romance." I said.

"I provide something that strengthens faith, Mr. Ramsay, as well as I can. I am not a gifted speaker or a man of education and often my stories come out thin and old, and I suppose unbelievable to a man like you. These people don't hold me on oath, and they aren't stupid either. They know my poor try at a parable from hard fact. And I won't deceive you: there is something about this kind of work and the kind of lives these people live that knocks the hard edge off fact. If you think I'm a liar—and you do—you should hear some of the confessions that come out in this place on a big night.

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