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BY OECAPIIjBS
CHAPTER VL
l t *n not n man at variance atrainst his
1^ father, aid the daughter against her mother, and
the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law,
and a man's foes shall be they of his own household.
Be ye therefore Imitators of God, as beloved
children, and walk in love even as Christ also
loved you.
When Virginia left the carriage and
went to Loreen, she had no definite idea
as to what she wonld do or what the
result of her action wonld be. She simply
saw a soul that had tasted of the
joy of a better life slipping back again
into its old hell of shame and death,
and before she had touched the drunken
girl's arm she had asked only one question.
"What would Jesus do?" That
question was becoming with her, as
with many others, a habit of life.
She looked around now as she stood
close by Loreen, and the whole scene
was cruelly vivid to her. She thought
first of the girls in the carriage.
"Drive on. Don't wait for me. 1 am
going to see my friend here home," she
said, calmly enough.
The girl with the red parasol seemed
to gasp at the word "friend" when Virginia
spoke it She did not say anything.
The other girls seemed speechless.
'Go on. I cannot go back with you,''
said Virginia.
The driver started the horses slowly.
Cue of the girls leaned a little out of
the carriage.
"Can't we?that is?do you want
our help? Couldn't we"?
"No. no!" exclaimed Virginia. "You
? cannot be of any use to me."
The carriage moved on. and Virginia
was alone with her charge.
She looked up and around. Many
faces in the crowd were sympathetic.
They were not all cruel or brutal. The
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the Rectangle.
"Where does 6he live?" asked Virginia.
No on? answered. It occurred to Virginia
afterward, when 6he had time to
think it over, that the Rectangle showed
a delicacy in its sad silence that would
have done credit to the boulevard.
For the first time it flashed upon her
that the immortal being who was flung
like wreckage upon the shoro of this
earthly hell called the saloon had no
place that conld be called home.
The girl suddenly wrenched her arm
from Virginia's grasp. In doing it she
nearly threw Virginia down.
"You shall not touch mel Leave mel
Let me go to hell! That's where I belong
! The devil is waiting for me! See
him I" she exclaimed hoarsely. She
turned and pointed with a shaking finger
at the 6aloon keeper. The crowd
laughed.
Virginia stepped up to her and put
her arm about her.
"Loreen," she said firmly, "come
with me. You do not belong to helL
You belong to Jesus, and he will save
you. Come."
The girl suddenly burst into tears.
She was only partly sobered by the
Bhock of meeting Virginia.
Virginia looked around again.
"Where does Mr. Gray live?" she
asked. She knew the evangelist boarded
somewhere near that tent.
A number of voices gave her the direction.
^ "Come, Loreen. I want you to go
with me to Mrs. Gray's," she said, still
keeping her hold of the swaying, trembling
creature, who still moaned and
sobbed and now clung to Virginia as
before she had repulsed her.
So the two moved on through the
Rectangle toward the evangelist's lodging
place. The sight seemed to impress
the Rectangle seriously. It never took
itself seriously when it was drunk, but
this was different. The fact that one of
the most beautifully dressed girls in
Raymond was taking care of one of the
Rectangle's most notorious characters,
who reeled along under the influence of
liquor, was a fact astonishing enough
to throw more or less dignity and importance
about Loreen herself. The
event of Loreen stumbling through the
gutter dead drunk always made the
Rectangle laugh and jest, but Loreen
staggering along with a young lady
from the society circles up town supporting
her was another thing. The
Rectangle viewed it with soberness and
more or less wondering admiration.
When they reached Mr. Gray's boarding
place, the woman who answered
Virginia's knock said that both Mr. and
Mrs. Gray were out somewhere and
would not be back until 6 o'clock.
Virginia had not planned anything
further than a possible appeal to the
Grays either to take charge of Loreen
for awhile or find some safe place for
her until she was sober again. She stood
now at the lodging after the woman
had spoken, and she was really at a loss
to know what to do. Loreen sank down
stupidly on the steps and buried her
face in her arms. Virginia eyed the
miserable figure with a feeling that she
was fearful would grow into disgust.
Finally a thought possessed Virginia
that she could not resist. What was to
hinder Loreen from going home with
her? Why should not this homeless,
wretched creature, reeking with the
fumes of liquor, be cared for in Virginia's
own home, instead of being
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consigned to strangers in" some hospital
or house of charity? Virginia really
knew very little about any such places
of refuge. As a matter of fact, there
were two or three sucn institutions in
Raymond, bnt it is doubtful if any of
them would have taken a person like
Loreen in her present condition. But
that was not the question with Virginia
just now. "What would Jesus do with
Loreen?" was what Virginia faced, and
she finally answered it by touching
Loreen again.
"Loreen. cornel You are going home
with me. We will take the car here at
the corner."
Loreen staggered to her feet and, to
Virginia's relief, made no trouble. She
had expected resistance or a stubborn
refusal to move. When they reached
the corner and took the car, it was
nearly full of people going up town.
Virginia was painfully conscious of the
stare that greeted her and her companion
as they entered, but her thought
was directed more and more to the approaching
scene with her grandmother.
What would Mme. Page say when she
saw Loreen ?
Loreen was nearly sober now, but she
was lapsing into a state of stupor. Virginia
was obliged to hold fast to her
arm. Several times she lurched heavily
against Virginia, and as the two went
up the avenue a curious crowd of people
turned and gazed at them. When
she mounted the steps'of the handsome
house, Virginia breathed a sigh of relief,
even in the face of the interview
with her grandmother, and when the
door shut and she was in the wide hall
with her homeless outcast she felt equal
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Mine. Page was in the library. Hearing
Virginia come in, she came into the
hall Virginia stood there supporting
Loreen, who stared stupidly at the rich
magnificence of the furnishings around
her.
"Grandmother"?Virginia spoke
without hesitation and very clearly?
"I have brought one of my friends
from the Rectangle. She is in trouble
and has no home. I am going to care
for her a little while.''
Mme. Page glanced from her granddaughter
to Loreen in astonishment.
"Did you say she was one of your
friends?" she asked in a cold, sneering
voice that hurt Virginia more than anything
she had yet felt.
"Yes; I said so." Virginia's face
flushed, but she seemed to recall the
verse that Mr. Gray had used for one
of his recent sermons, "A friend of publicans
and sinners. " Surely Jesus would
do this that she was doing.
"Do you know what this girl is?"
asked Mme. Page in an angry whisper,
stepping near Virginia.
"I know very well. She is an outcast.
You need not tell me. grandmother.
I know it even better than you
do. She is drunk at this minute. But
she is also a child of God. I have seen
her on her knees repentant, and I have
seen hell reach out its horrible fingers
after her again, and. by the grace of
Christ. I feel that the least I can do is
to rescue her from such peril. Grandmother.
we call ourselves Christiana
Here is a poor, lost human creature
without a home, slipping into a possible
eternal loss, and we have more than
enough. I have brought her here and
shall keep her."
Mme. Page glared at Virginia and
clinched her hands. All this was contrary
to her social code of conduct
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iarity with the scum of the streets?
What would Virginia's actions cost the
family in the way of criticism and the
loss of standing and all that long list of
necessary relations which people of
wealth and position must sustain to the
leaders of society ? To Mme. Page society
represented more than the church
or any other institution. It was a power
to be feared and obeyed. The loss of
its good will was a loss more to be
dreaded than anything, except the loss
of wealth itself.
She stood erect and stern and confronted
Virginia, fully roused and determined.
Virginia placed her arm
about Loreen and calmly looked her
grandmother in the face.
"You shall not do this, Virginia.
You can send her to the asylum for
helpless women. We can pay all the ex
penses. We cannot afford, for the sake
of Dur reputations, to shelter 6uch a
person."
"Grandmother, I do not wish to do
anything that is displeasing to you,
but I am going to keep Loreen here tonight
and longer if I think it is best."
"Then you can answer for the consequences.
I do not stay in the same
house with a miserable"? Mme. Page
lost her self control. Virginia stopped
her before she could speak the next
word.
"Grandmother, this house is mine.
I is your home with me aa long as you
choose to remain, but in this matter I
shall act as I fuily believe Jesus would
in my place. I am willing to bear all
that society may say or do. Society is
not my God. By the side of this poor,
lost soul I do not count the verdict of
society as of ai:y value."
"I shall not remain here, then," said
Mme. Page. She turned suddenly and
walked to the end of the hall. She then
came back and said, with an emphasis
that revealed her intense excitement
and passion:
"Yon can always remember that you
have driven your grandmother out of
your house in favor of a drunken woman."
Then, without waiting for Virginia
to reply, she turned again and
went up stairs.
Virginia called for a servant and
soon had Loreen cared for. She was fast
lapsing into a wretched condition. During
the brief scene in the hall she had
clung to Virginia so hard that Vir
ginia's arm was sore from the clutch of
the girl'8 fingers.
Virginia did not know whether her
grandmother would leave the house or
not. She had abundant means of her
own, was perfectly well and vigorous
and capable of caring for herself. She
had sisters and brothers living in the
south and was in the habit of spending
several weeks in the year with them.
Virginia was not anxious about her
welfare, eo far as that went, but the interview
had been a painful one to her.
Going over it, as she did in her room
before ehe went down to tea, she found
little cause for regret, however. ''What
would Jesus do ?" There was no question
in Virginia's mind that she had
done the right thing. If she had made
a mistake, it was one of the judgment
and not of the heart. When the bell
rang for tea, she went down, and her
grandmother did not appear. She sent
a servant to her room, and the servant
brought back word that Mme. Page
was not there. A few minutes later
Rollin came in. He brought word that
his grandmother had taken the evening
train for the south. He had been at
the station to see some friends off and
had by chance met his grandmother as
he was coming out. She told him her
reason for going.
Virginia and Rollin confronted each
other at the table with earnest, sad
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"Rollin," said Virginia, and for the
first time almost since his conversion
she realized what a wonderful thing her
brother's change of life meant to her.
"do you blame me? Am I wrong?"
"No, dear; I cannot believe you are.
This is very painful for us, but if you
think this poor creature owes her safety
and salvation to your personal care it
was the only thing for you to do. Oh,
Virginia, to think that we have all
these years enjoyed our beautiful home
and all these luxuries selfishly, forgetful
of the multitude like this woman!
Surely Jesus in our places would do
what you have done.''
And so Rollin comforted Virginia and
counseled with her that evening, and
of all the wonderful changes that Virginia
was henceforth to know on account
of her great pledge nothing affected
her so powerfully as the thought
of Rollin's change in life. Truly, this
man in Christ was a new creature. Old
things were passed away. Behold, all
things in him had become new I
Dr. West came that evening at Virginia's
summons and did everything
necessary for the outcast. She had
drunk herself almost into delirium. The
best that could be done for her now
were quiet nursing and careful watching
and personal love. So in a beautiful
room, with a picture of Christ
walking by the sea hanging on the
wall, where her bewildered eyes caught
daily something more of its hidden
meaning, Loreen lay. tossed she hardly
knew how hito this haven, and Vir
ginia crept nearer the Master than she
had ever beer. her heart went out toward
this wreck which had thus been
flnng torn and beaten at her feet.
Meanwhile the Rectangle waited the
issue of the election with more than
usual interest, and Gray and his wife
wept over the pitiable creatures who,
after a struggle with surroundings that
daily tempted them, too often wearied
of the struggle, and. like Loreen, threw
up their arms and went whirling into
the boiling abyss of their previous condition.
The after meeting at the First church i
was now regularly established. Henry
Maxwell went into the lecture room on
the Sunday succeeding the week of the
primary and was greeted with an en- (
thusiasm that made him tremble at first
for its reality. He noted again the abscence
of Jasper Chase, but all the others
were present, and they seemed
drawn very close together by a bond of
common fellowship that demanded and
enjoyed mutual confidences. It was the
general feeling that the spirit of Jesus
was a spirit of very open, frank confession
of experience. It seemed the most
natural thing in the world for Edward
Norman to be telling all the rest of the
company about the details of his news- !
paper.
"The fact is, I have lost a good deal
of money during the last three weeks.
I cannot tell how much. I am losing a <
great many subscribers every day." i
"What do the subscribers give as
their reason for dropping the paper?" i
asked Henry Maxwell. All the rest were
listening ca^cxxj.
"There are a good many different
reasons. Some say they want a paper i
that prints all the news, meaning by :
that the crime details, sensations like 1
prizefights, scandals and horrors of I
various kinds. Others object to the dis- 1
continuance of the Sunday edition. I i
have lost hundreds of subscribers by <
that action, although I have made sat* I
isfactory arrangements with many of i
the old suscribers by giving even more 1
in the extra Saturday edition than they '
formerly had in the Sunday issue. My t
greatest loss has come from a falling off I
in advertisements and from the attitude .
I have felt obliged to take on political <
questions. This last action has really i
cost me more than any other. The bulk
of my subscribers are intensely parti-11
san. I may as well tell you all frank-J(
ly that if I continue to pursue the plan '
which I honestly believe Jesns would 1
in the matter of political issues and '
their treatment from a nonpartisan and I
moral standpoint The News will not be I
able to pay its operating expenses un- I
less one factor in Raymond can be de- '
pended on." '
He paused a moment, and the room
was very quiet. Virginia seemed specially
interested. Her face glowed with 1
interest. It was like the interest of a 1
person who had been thinking hard of i
the same thing Norman went on now <
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"That one factor is the Christian !
element in Raymond. Say The News
has lost heavily from the dropping off
of people who do not care for a Christian
daily and from others who simply
look upon a newspaper as a purveyor
of all sorts of material to amuse and
interest them, are there enough genuine
Christian people in Raymond who
will rally to the support of a paper
such as Jesus would probably edit, or
are the habits of the people so firmly
established in their demands for the regular
type of journalism that they
will not take a paper unless it is stripped
largely of the Christian and moral '
purpose ? I may also say in this fellow- ]
ship gathering that, owing to recent
complications in my business affairs 1
outside of my paper, I have been 1
obliged to lose a large part of my for- 2
tune. I have had to apply the same rule 2
of Jesus' probable conduct to certain 1
transactions with other men who did i
not apply it to their conduct, and the 1
result has been the loss of a great deal of
money. 1
"As I understand the promise we 1
made, we were not to ask any questions :
about 'Will it pay?' but all our ac- 1
tion was to be based on the one quee- (
tion, 'What would Jesus do?' Acting 1
on that rule of conduct, I have been :
obliged to lose nearly all the money I (
have accumulated in my paper. It is 1
not necessary for me to go into details. 1
There is no question with me now, aft
er the three weeks' experience I have ;
had. that a great many men wonld lose
vast sums of money under the present
system of business if this rule of Jesus 1
were honestly obeyed. I mention my
loss here because I have the fullest faith 1
in the final success of a daily paper 1
conducted on the lines I have recently 1
laid down, and I had planned to put 1
into it my entire fortune in order to I
win final success. As it is now. unless, i
as I said, the Christian people of Ray- '
mond, the church members and professing
disciples, will support the paper ]
with subscriptions and advertisements, I i
cannot continue its publication on the 1
present basis." 1
Virginia asked a question. She had 1
followed Mr. Norman's confession with '
the most intense eagerness.
"Do you mean that a Christian daily 1
ought to be endowed with a large sum. <
like a Christian college, in order to :
make it pay?"
"That is exactly what I mean. I <
have laid out plans for putting into The :
News such a variety of material, in
such a strong and truly interesting i
way. that it would more than make up
for whatever was absent from its col- '
umns in the way of un-Christian mat- '
ter. but my plans called for a very large 1
outlay of money. I am very confident 1
that a Christian daily such as Jesus 1
would approve, containing only what :
he would print, can be made to succeed i
financially if it is planned to the right <
lines, but it will take a large sum of i
money to work out the plans."
"How much do you think?" asked .
Virginia quietly. <
Edward Norman looked at her keen- ]
ly, and his face flushed a moment as an
idea of Virginia's purpose crossed his i
mind. He had known her when she was i
a little girl in the Sunday school, and
he had been on intimate relations in '
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"I should say a half million dollars i
in a town like Raymond eon Id be well :
spent in the establishment of a paper i
such as we have in mind." he answered,
and his voice trembled a little. The
keen look on Edward Norman's grizzled :
face flashed ont with a stern but thor- i
onghly Christian anticipation of great '
achievements in the world of newspaper
life as it had opened up to him within <
the last few seconds. i
"Then." said Virginia, speaking as |
if the thought were fully considered, i
"I am ready to put that amount of :
money into the paper on the one condition.
of course, that it be carried on as <
it has been begun." i
"Thank God!" exclaimed Henry
Maxwell softly. Edward Norman was i
pale. The rest were looking at Virginia.
She had more to say.
"Dear friends." she went on, and '
there was a sadness in her voice that j
made an impression on the rest that i
deepened when they thought it over :
afterward. "I do not want any of you i
to credit me with an act of great gen
erosity or philanthropy I have come i
to know lately that the money which I 1
have called my owl is not my own. i
but God's. If I. as a steward of his, see j
some wise way to invest his money, it <
is not an occasion of vainglory or .'
thanks from any one simply because I
have proved honest in my administration
of the funds he has asked me to
use for his glory. I have been thinking
of this very plan for some time. The
fact is, dear friends, that in our coming
fight with the whisky power in
Raymond, and it has only just begun,
we shall need The News to champion
the Christian side. You all know that
ill the other papers are for the saloon.
A.s long as the saloon exists the work
of rescuing dying souls at the Rectangle
is carried on at a terrible disadvantage.
What can Mr. Gray do with his gospel
Meetings when half his converts are
Irinking people, daily tempted and. en;.
ticea by the saloon on every corner t
rhe Christian daily we must have. It
would be giving up to the enemy to
have The News fail. I have great conBdence
in Mr. Norman's ability. I have
aot seen his plans, but I have the confidence
that he has in making the paper
succeed if it is carried forward on a
large enough scale.
"I cannot believe that Christian intelligence
in journalism will be inferior
to un-Christian intelligence, even when
it comes to making the paper pay financially.
So that is my reason for putting
this money?God's, not mine?into this
powerful agent for doing as Jesus
would. If we can keep such a paper
nrninor fnr nrip vpdt. T shall be willinc to
see that amount of money need in the
experiment. Do not thank me. Do not
consider my promise a wonderfnl thing.
What have I done with God's money
all these years but gratify my own
selfish, physical, personal desires ? What
can I do with the rest of it but try to
make some reparation for what I have
3tolen from God T That is the wty I
look at it now. I believe it is what
Jesus would da "
Over the lecture room swept that unseen
yet distinctly felt wave of Divine
presence. No one spoke for awhile.
Henry Maxwell, standing there where
the faces lifted their intense gaze into
his, felt what he had already felt before,
a strange setting back out of the
nineteenth century into the first, when
the disciples had all things in common,
and a spirit of fellowship must have
flowed freely between them such us the
First church of Raymond had never
known. How much had his church
membership known of this fellowship
In daily interests before this little company
had begun to do as Jesus would
do? It was with difficulty that he
thought of his present age and its surroundings.
The same thought was present
with all the rest also. There was an
unspoken comradeship such aa they had
never known. It was present with them
while Virginia was speaking and during
the silence that followed. If it had
been defined by any one of them, it
would perhaps have taken some such
Bhape as this:
"If I shall in the course of my obedience
to my promise meet with loss or
trouble in the world. I can depend upon
the genuine, practical sympathy and
fellowship of any other Christian in this
room who has with me made the pledge
to do all things by the rule. 'What
would Jesus dot' "
All this the distinct wave of spiritual
power expressed. It had the effect that
a physical miracle may have had on
the early disciples in giving them a
feeling of confidence in their Lord that
helped them to face loss and martyrdom
with courage and even joy.
Before they went away this time
there were several confidences like those
of Edward Norman. Some of the young
men told of the loss of places owing to
their honest obedience to their promise.
Alexander Powers spoke briefly of the
fact that the commission had promised
to take action at the earliest date possible.
He was already at his old work of
telegraphy. It was a significant fact
that since his action in resigning his
position neither his wife nor daughter
had appeared in public. No one but
himself knew the bitterness of that family
estrangement and misunderstanding
of the higher motive. Yet many of the
disciples present in the meeting carried
similar burdena There were things
which they could not talk about. Henry
Maxwell, from his knowledge or nis
church people, could almost certainly
know that obedience to this pledge had
produced in the hearts of families separation
of sympathy and even the introduction
of enmity and hatred. Truly,
"a man's foes are they of his own
household" when the rule of Jesus is
obeyed by some and disobeyed by others.
Jesus is a great divider of life. One
must walk either parallel with him or
directly across his path.
But more than any other feeling at
this meeting rose the tide of fellowship
for one another. Henry Maxwell watched
it. trembling for its climax, which
he knew was not yet reached. When it
was. where would it lead them? He
did not know, but he was not unduly
alarmed about it. only he watched with
growing wonder the results of that
simple promise as it was being obeyed
in these various lives. Those results
were already being felt all over the
city. Who could meaeure their influence
at the end of the year ?
One practical form of this fellowship
showed itself in the assurances which
Edward Norman received in support of
his paper. There was a general flocking
toward him when the meeting closed,
and the response to his appeal for help
from the Christian disciples in Kaymond
was fully understood by this little
company. The value of such a paper in
the homes and in behalf of good citizenship.
especially at the present crisis in
the city, could not be measured. It remained
to be seen what could be done
now that the paper was endowed so liberally.
But it still was true, as Edward
Norman insisted, that money alone
could not make the paper a power. It
must receive the support and sympathy
cf the Christians in Raymond before it
could be counted as one of the great
Christian forces of the city.
The week that followed this Sunday
meeting was one of great excitement
in Raymond. It was the week of the
election. Donald Marsh, true to his
promise, took up his cross and bore it
manfully, but with shuddering, with
groans and even tears, for his deepest
conviction was touched, and he tore
himself out of the scholarly seclusion
ef years with pain and anguish that
cost him more than anything he had
ever done as a follower of Christ With
mm were a iew 01 me couege proiesaura
who had made the pledge in the First
church. Their experience and Buffering
were the neme aa the nreaident's. for
their isolation from all the duties of
citizenship had been the same. The
same was also true of Henry Maxwell,
who plnnged into the horror of this
fight against whisky and its allies with
a sickening dread of each day's encounter
with it Never had he borne
such a cross He staggered under it
and in the brief intervals when he came
in from the work and sought the quiet
of his study for rest the sweat broke
out on his forehead, and he felt the actual
terror of one who marches into
unseen, unknown horrors. Looking back
on it afterward, he was amazed at his
experience. He was not a coward, but
he felt a dread that any man of his
habits feels when confronted suddenly
with a duty which carries with it the
doing of certain things so unfamiliar
that the actual details connected with
it betray his ignorance and fill him
with the shame of humiliation.
When Saturday, the election day,
came, the excitement rose to its height.
An attempt was made to close all the
saloons. It was partly successful, but
there was a great deal of drinking going
on all day. The Rectangle boiled
and heaved and cursed and turned its
worst side out to the gaze of the city.
Gray had continued his meetings during
the week, and the results had been
even greater than he had dared to hope.
When Saturday came, it seemed to him
that the crisis in his work had been
reached The Holy Spirit and the satan
of rum seemed to rouse up to a desperate
conflict. The more interest in the
meetings the more ferocity and vileness
outside. The saloon men no longer concealed
their feelings. Open threats of
violence were made. Once during the
week Gray and his little company of
helpers were assailed with missiles of
various kinds as they left the tent late
at night. The police sent down special
protection, and Virginia and Rachel
were always under the protection of
Rollin or Dr. West. Rachel's power in
song had not diminished. Rather with
each night it seemed to add to the intensity
and reality of the Spirit's presence.
Gray had at first hesitated about
having a meeting that night, but he
had a simple rule of action and was always
guided by it The Spirit seemed
to lead them to continue the meeting,
and so Saturday night he went on, as
usual.
The excitement all over the city had
reached its climax when the polls closed
at 6 o'clock. Never had there been such
a contest in Raymond. The issue of
license or no license had never been an
issue nnder such circumstances. Never
before had such elements in the city
been arrayed against each other. It was
an nnheard of thing that the president
of Lincoln college, the pastor of the
First church, the dean of the cathedral,
the professional men living in the fine
honses on the boulevard, should come
personally into the wards and by their
presence and their example represent
the Christian conscience of the place.
The ward politicians were astonished
at the sight. However, their astonishment
did not prevent their activity.
The fight grew hotter every hour, and
When 6 o'clock came neither side could
have guessed at the result with any certainty.
Every one agreed that never
had there been such an election in Raymond.
and both sides awaited the announcement
of the result with the *
greatest interest.
It was after 10 o'clock when the
meeting at the tent was closed. It had
been a strange and in some respects a
remarkable meeting. Henry Maxwell
had come down again at Gray's request.
He was completely worn out by the
day's work, but the appeal from Gray
came to him in such a form that he did
not feel able to resist it Donald Marsh
was also present. He had never been to
the Rectangle, and his curiosity was
aroused from what he had noticed of
the influence of the evangelist in the
worst part of the city. Dr. West and
Rollin had come with Rachel and Virginia.
and Loreen. who had staid with
Virginia, was present near the organ,
in her right mind, sober, with a humility
and dread of herself that kept her
as close to Virginia as a faithful dog.
All throned! the service Loreen sat with
bowed head, weeping a part of the
time, sobbing when Rachel sang the
song, "I was a wandering sheep,"
clinging with almost visible, tangible
yearning to the one hope she had found,
listening to prayer and appeal and confession
all about her like one who was
a part of a new creation, yet fearful of
her right to share in it fully.
The tent had been crowded. As on
some other occasions, there was more
or less disturbance on the outside of the
tent. This had increased as the night
advanced, and Gray thought it wise
not to prolong the service. Once in
awhile a shout as from a large crowd
swept into the tent. The returns from
the election were beginning to come in,
and the Rectangle had emptied every
lodging house, den and hovel into the
streets.
In spite of the distractions, Rachel's
oi-norintr Trent the crowd in the tent from
dissolving. There were a dozen or more
conversions. Finally the crowd became
restless, and Gray closed the service,
remaining a little while with the converts.
Rachel, Virginia, Loreen, Rollin and
the doctor, President Marsh and Henry
Maxwell went out together, intending
to go down to their usual waiting place
for their car. As they came out of the
tent they at once were aware that the
Rectangle was trembling on the edge of
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