Darrow. "And we were to have debated once more next week--on 'Is There
Immortality?' It was his contention," whispered Mr. Darrow, "that there is
immortality. He is gone now, but he speaks more eloquently on the subject
than if he were still with us. There lies all that remains of my friend
George Burman Foster--in a coffin. And had he lived he would have argued
with me on the subject. But he is dead and he knows now, in the negation
and darkness of death, that he was wrong--that there is no immortality--"
Mr. Darrow paused. He had after many years won his argument with Prof.
Foster. But the victory brought no elation. Mr. Darrow's eyes filled again
and he turned to walk from the stage. But before he left the mourners
sitting around him heard him murmur:
"I wish poor George Foster had been right. There would be nobody happier
than I to realize that his soul had survived--that there was still a
George Foster. But--if he could come back now after the proof of death he
would admit--yes, admit that--that there is no immortality."
And Mr. Darrow with his head bowed yielded the platform to his
inarticulate and vanquished friend and debater.
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The hall is upstairs. A non-committal sign has been tacked over the street
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