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Overview

Millions of people

have simply disappeared,

and the world’s in an uproar.

In the twinkling of an eye, everything changes—because Jesus has returned for His people!

            If you enjoy end-times fiction, you’ll love this perspective on the rapture, as Sydney Watson’s classic novel of Christ’s return takes place in turn-of-the-twentieth-century London. What happens when thousands of Christians simply vanish? Why are some people taken while others remain?

            Eyewitness Tom Hammond, a journalist, will find out. Fast-paced, exciting, and thought-provoking, this edition of In the Twinkling of an Eye has been lightly abridged and updated for modern readers.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780800750398
  • Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/28/1985
  • Pages: 256

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In The Twinkling Of An Eye
By Sydney Watson Barbour Publishing, Inc. Copyright © 2005 Barbour Publishing, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-59310-683-6


Chapter One TAKEN AT THE Flood

The man walked aimlessly amid the thronging press. He was moody and stern. His eyes showed his disappointment and perplexity. At times, about his mouth there lurked an almost savage expression. As a rule he stood and walked erect. Only the day before this incident, one of a knot of flower girls in Drury Lane had drawn the attention of her companions to him as he strode briskly along the pavement, and in a rollicking spirit had sung, as he passed her:

"Stiff, starch, straight as a larch, Every inch a soldier, Fond o' his country, fond o' his queen, An' hawfully fond o' me."

But today there is nothing of the soldier in the pose or gait of Tom Hammond.

Yet the time and place ought to have held his attention sufficiently to have kept him alert to outward appearance. It was eleven in the forenoon. The place was Piccadilly. He came abreast of Swan and Edgar's. The pavement was thronged with women on shopping bent. More than one of them shot an admiring glance at him, for he had the face, the head, of a king among men. But he had not eyes for these chance admirers.

Tom Hammond was thirty years of age, a journalist, and an exceptionally clever one, at the time we make his acquaintance. He was a keen, shrewd man, was gifted with a foresight and general prescience that was almost remarkable, and hence was commonly regarded by his journalistic friends as "a coming man." He had strongly fixed ideas of what a great daily paper should be, but never having seen any attempt that came within leagues of his ideal, he longed-lusted would not be too strong a term-for the time and opportunity when, with practically unlimited capital behind him and with a perfectly free hand to use it, he could issue his ideal journal.

This morning he seems farther from the goal of his hopes than ever. For two years he had been sub-editor of a London daily that had made for itself a great name-of a sort. There were certain reasons which had prompted him to hope, to expect, the actual editorship before long. But now his house of cards had suddenly tumbled about his ears.

A change had recently taken place in the composition of the syndicate that financed the journal. There were wheels within wheels, the existence of some of which he had never once guessed, and which in their whirling had suddenly produced unexpected results. The editor-in-chief had resigned, and the newly elected editor proved to be a man who had, years before, done him, Tom Hammond, the foulest wrong one journalist can do to another.

Under the present circumstance there had been no honorable course open for Hammond but to resign. That morning he had found his resignation not only accepted, but he found himself practically dismissed.

Enclosed in the letter of acceptance of his resignation was a check covering the term of his notice, together with the intimation that his services would cease from the time of his receipt of the check.

His dejection, at that moment when we meet him, was caused not so much at finding himself out of employment as from the consciousness that the new editor-elect had accomplished this move with a view to his degradation in the eyes of his profession-in fact, out of sheer spite.

To escape the crowd that almost blocked the pavement in front of Swan and Edgar's windows, he turned sharply into the road and literally ran into the arms of a young man.

"Tom Hammond!"

"George Carlyon!"

The greeting flew simultaneously from the lips of the two men. They gripped hands.

"By all that's wonderful!" cried Carlyon, still wringing his friend's hand. "Do you know, Tom, I am actually up here in town for one purpose only-to hunt you up."

"To hunt me up!"

"Oh, let's get out of this crush, old man," interrupted Carlyon. The pair steered their way through the traffic, crossed the Circus, stopped for a moment at the beautiful Shaftesbury Fountain, then struck across to the Avenue. In the comparative lull of that walk, Carlyon went on:

"Yes, I've run up to town this morning to find you out and ask you one question: Are you so fixed up-excuse the Americanism, old boy. I've a dashing little girl cousin from the States staying with my mother, and-well, you know, old fellow, how it is. Man's an imitative creature, and all that, and absorbs dialect quicker than anything else under the sun. But what I was going to say was this: Are you too fixed up with your present newspaper to forbid your entertaining the thought of a real plum in the journalistic market?"

Hammond's customary alert look returned to his face. He was now "every inch a soldier" as he cried excitedly, "Don't keep me in suspense, Carlyon; tell me quickly what you mean."

"Let's jump into a gondola, Tom. I can talk better as we ride."

Carlyon had caught the eye of a cab driver, and the next moment the two friends were being driven along riverwards.

"Someone, some Johnnie or other," began Carlyon as the two men settled themselves back in the cab, "once called the hansom cab the gondola of London's streets-"

He caught the quick, impatient movement of Hammond's face and with a light laugh went on:

"But you're on thorns, old boy, to hear about the journalistic plum. Well, here goes. You once met my uncle, Sir Archibald Carlyon?"

Hammond nodded.

"He is crazy to start a daily," said Carlyon. "It is no new craze with him; he has been itching to do it for years. And now that gold has been discovered on that land of his in Western Australia, and he is likely to be a multimillionaire-the concessions he has already sold have given him a clear million-now that he is rich beyond all his dreams, he won't wait another day; he will be a newspaper proprietor. It's a case of that kiddie in the bath, Tom, doncher know, that's grabbing for the soap-'he won't be happy till he gets it.'

"He wants to find at once a good journalist who is also a keen businessman; one who will take hold of the whole thing. To the right man he will give a perfectly free hand, will interfere with nothing, but be content simply to finance the affair."

An almost fierce light was burning in the eyes of the eager, listening Hammond. A thousand thoughts rioted through his brain, but he uttered no word; he would not interrupt his friend.

"I told Nunkums last night, when he was bubbling and boiling over with his project, that I had heard you say it was easier to drop a hundred or two hundred thousand pounds over the starting of a new paper than perhaps over any other venture in the world.

"Nunkums just smiled as I spoke, dropped a walnut into his port glass, and said quietly, 'Then I'll drop them.'

"He hooked that walnut out of his wine with the miniature silver boathook-he had the thing made for him for the purpose-devoured the wine-saturated nut, then smiled back into my face as he said: 'Yes, Georgie, I am quite prepared to drop my hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand, if needs be, as I did my walnut. But I am equally hopeful-if I can secure the right man to edit and manage my paper-that I shall eventually hook out an excellent dividend for my outlay. I want a man who not only knows how to do his own work well, as an editor, but one who has the true instinct in choosing his staff.'

"Of course, Tom, I trotted you out before him. He remembered you, of course, and jumped at the idea of getting you, if you were to be got. The upshot of it is, nothing would satisfy him but that I should come up by an early train this morning-early bird catches the worm, and all that kind of business, you know-and now, in spite of the fact that my particular worm had wriggled and squirmed miles from his usual habitat, I've caught him. Now, tell me, are you open to treat with Sir Archibald?"

"Yes, and can begin business this very day!" Hammond laughed with the abandon of a boy as he told, in a few sentences, the story of his dismissal.

"Good!" Carlyon, in his own exuberant glee, slapped his friend's knee.

"Sir Archibald," he went on, "was to come up by the 10:05 from our place, due at Waterloo at 11:49. He'll be fixed up-'Hail Columbia!' again-at the hotel by this time. That's where we are driving to now, and-ah! Here we are!"

A moment later the two men were mounting the hotel steps. One of the servants standing in the vestibule recognized Carlyon and saluted him.

"My uncle arrived, Bates?" Carlyon asked.

"Yes, sir, and a young lady with him!"

Carlyon turned quickly to Hammond.

"That's Madge, my American cousin, Tom. I'm awfully glad she has come; I should like you to know her."

Turning to the servant, he asked, "Same old rooms, Bates?"

"Yes, sir."

Three steps at a time, laughing and talking all the while, Carlyon, ignoring the lift, raced up the staircase, followed more slowly by his friend.

Hammond never wholly forgot the picture of the sitting room and its occupant as he entered with Carlyon. The room was a large one, exquisitely furnished and flooded with a warm, mellow light. A small but cheerful-looking wood fire burned up the tiled hearth, the atmosphere of the room fragrant with a soft, subtle odor, as though the burning wood were scented. From a couch, as the two men entered, a girl rose briskly and faced them. She made a picture which Tom never forgot. The warm, mellow light that filled the room seemed to clothe her as she stood to meet them. "America" was stamped upon her and her dress, upon the arrangement of her hair, upon the very droop of her figure. She was tall, fair, with that exquisite coloring and smoothness of complexion that is the product of an unartificial, hygienic life.

Her face could not be pronounced wholly beautiful, but it was a face that was full of life and charm, her eyes being especially arrestive.

"Awfully glad you came up, Madge!" cried Carlyon. "I've run my quarry down, and this is my own particular, Tom Hammond."

He made a couple of mockingly funny elaborate bows, saying: "Miss Madge Finisterre, of Duchess County, New York. Mr. Tom Hammond, of-oh, shades of Cosmopolitanism!-of everywhere, of London just at present." Tom bowed to the girl. She returned his salute and then held forth her hand in a frank, pleasant way as she laughingly said, "I have heard so much of Tom Hammond during the last few days that I guess you seem like an old acquaintance."

Tom shook hands with the maiden, and for a moment or two they chatted as freely and merrily as though they were old acquaintances.

The voice of Carlyon broke into their chat, asking, "Where's Nunkums, Madge?"

Before the girl could reply, the door opened and Sir Archibald entered the room.

One glance into his face would have been sufficient to have told Tom the type of man he had to deal with, even if he had not seen him before. A warmhearted, unconventional, impulsive man, a perfect gentleman in appearance, but a merry, hail-fellow-well-met man in his dealing with his fellows.

With a bit of mock drama in the gesture, Madge Finisterre flourished her hand toward the newcomer, crying, "Sir Archibald, George? Lo, he is here!" She flashed a quick glance to the piano as she added, "If only I had known you were about to enter, Uncle, I would have treated you to a few crashing bars of stage life entrée music."

"Go away with your nonsense!" laughed the old man.

"Nonsense, indeed!" The girl laughed as merrily as the old man. Then with a sudden, swift movement, she crossed to the piano, stuck one sharp note upon it, and whispered in a well-feigned hoarseness, "Slow music for the three conspirators as they retire to plot the destruction of London's press and the accumulation of untold millions by their own special journalistic production!"

Her fingers moved over the ivory keys, and slow, weird, creepy music filled the room with its eerie notes.

Sir Archibald and George Carlyon fell in with the girl's mood and crept doorwards on tiptoe.

"Number three," hissed the girl.

And Tom Hammond laughingly followed with the two other men.

"She is a treat, is Madge!" laughed George Carlyon as the three men passed through the doorway and made for the studylike room of Sir Archibald.

Chapter Two THE Courier

For two hours the three men held close conference together. At the end of that time, all the preliminaries of the new venture were settled. Tom Hammond had explained his long-cherished views of what the ideal daily paper should be. Sir Archibald was delighted with the scheme and, in closing with Hammond, gave him a perfectly free hand.

"You were on the point of saying something about a striking poster to announce the coming paper, Mr. Hammond," said the old baronet.

"Yes," Tom replied. "I think a great deal may be done by arresting the attention of the people-those in London especially. My idea for a poster is this: The name of the paper is to be The Courier. Very well, let us have an immense sheet poster, first-class drawing, striking but harmonious coloring, and bold, arrestive title of the paper and announcement of its issue. Following the title, I would have in the extreme left a massive signpost, a prominent arm of the structure bearing the legend 'Tomorrow.' On the extreme right of the picture I would put another signpost, the arm of which should bear the words 'The Day After Tomorrow.' I would have a splendidly drawn mounted courier, the horse galloping toward the right-hand post, having left 'Tomorrow' well in the rear."

The old baronet exclaimed, "Rush the thing on! Flood the billboards of London, Edinburgh, Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, Cardiff-all the large towns, and the smaller ones as well, if you can get billboards big enough. Don't study the expense, either in the getup or in the issue of the picture. Don't let the pill-sellers or cocoa or mustard people beat us."

The old man sprang to his feet and paced the floor, rubbing his hands, crying continually.

"Good! Good! We'll wake old England up. We'll-"

"Toddle into lunch," interrupted George Carlyon. "That's the third summons we've had!"

Tom Hammond sat next to Madge at luncheon and was charmed with her easy, unconventional manners. But his mind was too full of the new paper, of the great opportunity that had come to him so unexpectedly, to be as wholly absorbed with the charm of her personality as he might otherwise have been.

He did not linger over the luncheon table.

"There are one or two fellows, Sir Archibald," he explained, "whom I should like to secure on my staff at once. I don't want to lose even an hour."

As he bade Madge Finisterre good-bye, he expressed the hope that he might see her again soon, and the girl in reply allowed her eyes unconsciously to express more than her words.

"She is the most charming woman I ever met," he told himself as he followed Sir Archibald into his room for the final word for which the baronet had asked. George Carlyon had remained behind with Madge.

"It was about the first working expenses I wanted to speak to you, Mr. Hammond," the baronet began. They were seated in the baronet's room.

"I will have fifty thousand pounds-or shall we say a hundred thousand?-deposited at once in your name at-what bank?"

"Any good bank you please, Sir Archibald, so long as the particular branch is fairly central."

"Capital and Counties-how will that do?" the baronet asked, adding, "I always bank with them myself."

"That will do, sir."

"How about the Ludgate Hill branch, Mr. Hammond?"

"Could not be better, sir."

"Settled, then, Mr. Hammond!" There were a few more words exchanged between master and man, and then they parted.

As Tom Hammond strode along the Embankment toward Waterloo Bridge, his heart was the heart of a boy again.

"Is life worth living!" he cried inwardly, answering his own question with the rapturous words: "In this hour I know nothing else that earth could give me to make life more joyous!"

People passing him saw his face radiant with a wondrous joy. It's rare to see peace, even, in faces in our great cities. It is rarer still to see joy's gleam. He allowed his glance to flash all around him as he murmured, "I am glad, too, that I am in London. Who dare say that London is dull or grim or sordid? Who was it that wrote, 'No man curses the town more heartily than I, but after traveling by mountains, plain, desert, forest, and on the deep sea, one comes back to London and finds it the most wonderful place of them all!'

"Ah! It was Roger Pocock, I believe, wrote that sentiment. Roger Pocock, 'I look toward yer, sir. Them's my senterments!'"

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents Foreword....................7
1. Taken at the Flood....................11
2. The Courier....................18
3. Flotsam....................23
4. "I Only Reaped What I Sowed"....................30
5. Lily Work....................35
6. An Interesting Talk....................41
7. "Coming"....................51
8. Reverie....................60
9. A Threat....................70
10. In the Nick of Time....................76
11. "Long Odds"....................85
12. The Center of the Earth....................93
13. A Demon....................100
14. Major H- on "The Coming!"....................107
15. The Address....................113
16. Her Cabin Companion....................123
17. Casting a Shoe....................128
18. Told in a Cab....................138
19. Tom Hammond Reviewing....................146
19a. "My Mentor"....................156
20. The Placard....................163
21. Was He Mad?....................166
22. From the Prophet's Chamber....................171
23. Passover!....................176
24. "This Saying Shall Come to Pass"....................184
25. Foiled!....................192
26. A Castaway....................195
27. A Stricken City....................200
28. Hallelujah Lass....................206
29. In St. Paul's....................212
30. Conclusion....................219
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