This theory became one of the major tenets of his preaching, and was especially efficacious in cleansing the consciences of the back-sliders from all other faiths who else, in the secrecy of their subconscious selves, were being crushed by the weight of the Judas sin.To Abel Ah Yo, God's plan was as clear as if he, Abel Ah Yo, had planned it himself.All would be saved in the end, although some took longer than others, and would win only to backseats.Man's place in the ever-fluxing chaos of the world was definite and pre-ordained--if by no other token, then by denial that there was any ever-fluxing chaos.This was a mere bugbear of mankind's addled fancy; and, by stinging audacities of thought and speech, by vivid slang that bit home by sheerest intimacy into his listeners' mental processes, he drove the bugbear from their brains, showed them the loving clarity of God's design, and, thereby, induced in them spiritual serenity and calm.
What chance had Alice Akana, herself pure and homogeneous Hawaiian, against his subtle, democratic-tinged, four-race-engendered, slang- munitioned attack? He knew, by contact, almost as much as she about the waywardness of living and sinning--having been singing boy on the passenger-ships between Hawaii and California, and, after that, bar boy, afloat and ashore, from the Barbary Coast to Heinie's Tavern.In point of fact, he had left his job of Number One Bar Boy at the University Club to embark on his great preachment revival.
So, when Alice Akana strayed in to scoff, she remained to pray to Abel Ah Yo's god, who struck her hard-headed mind as the most sensible god ofwhich she had ever heard.She gave money into Abel Ah Yo's collection plate, closed up the hula house, and dismissed the hula dancers to more devious ways of earning a livelihood, shed her bright colours and raiments and flower garlands, and bought a Bible.
It was a time of religious excitement in the purlieus of Honolulu.The thing was a democratic movement of the people toward God.Place and caste were invited, but never came.The stupid lowly, and the humble lowly, only, went down on its knees at the penitent form, admitted its pathological weight and hurt of sin, eliminated and purged all its bafflements, and walked forth again upright under the sun, child-like and pure, upborne by Abel Ah Yo's god's arm around it.In short, Abel Ah Yo's revival was a clearing house for sin and sickness of spirit, wherein sinners were relieved of their burdens and made light and bright and spiritually healthy again.
But Alice was not happy.She had not been cleared.She bought and dispersed Bibles, contributed more money to the plate, contralto'd gloriously in all the hymns, but would not tell her soul.In vain Abel Ah Yo wrestled with her.She would not go down on her knees at the penitent form and voice the things of tarnish within her-- the ill things of good friends of the old days."You cannot serve two masters," Abel Ah Yo told her."Hell is full of those who have tried.Single of heart and pure of heart must you make your peace with God.Not until you tell your soul to God right out in meeting will you be ready for redemption.In the meantime you will suffer the canker of the sin you carry about within you."Scientifically, though he did not know it and though he continually jeered at science, Abel Ah Yo was right.Not could she be again as a child and become radiantly clad in God's grace, until she had eliminated from her soul, by telling, all the sophistications that had been hers, including those she shared with others.In the Protestant way, she must bare her soul in public, as in the Catholic way it was done in the privacy of the confessional.The result of such baring would be unity, tranquillity, happiness, cleansing, redemption, and immortal life.
"Choose!"Abel Ah Yo thundered."Loyalty to God, or loyalty toman." And Alice could not choose.Too long had she kept her tongue locked with the honour of man."I will tell all my soul about myself," she contended."God knows I am tired of my soul and should like to have it clean and shining once again as when I was a little girl at Kaneohe--"
"But all the corruption of your soul has been with other souls," was Abel Ah Yo's invariable reply."When you have a burden, lay it down.You cannot bear a burden and be quit of it at the same time.""I will pray to God each day, and many times each day," she urged."I will approach God with humility, with sighs and with tears.I will contribute often to the plate, and I will buy Bibles, Bibles, Bibles without end.""And God will not smile upon you," God's mouthpiece retorted."And you will remain weary and heavy-laden.For you will not have told all your sin, and not until you have told all will you be rid of any.""This rebirth is difficult," Alice sighed.
"Rebirth is even more difficult than birth." Abel Ah Yo did anything but comfort her."'Not until you become as a little child...'""If ever I tell my soul, it will be a big telling," she confided."The bigger the reason to tell it then."And so the situation remained at deadlock, Abel Ah Yo demanding absolute allegiance to God, and Alice Akana flirting on the fringes of paradise.
"You bet it will be a big telling, if Alice ever begins," the beach- combing and disreputable kamaainas (old-timers) gleefully told one another over their Palm Tree gin.
In the clubs the possibility of her telling was of more moment.The younger generation of men announced that they had applied for front seats at the telling, while many of the older generation of men joked hollowly about the conversion of Alice.Further, Alice found herself abruptly popular with friends who had forgotten her existence for twenty years.
