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jL U "' " ' ' ISSUED ~ 1 "" ^ t. m. grist & sons, Pubiithers. j % ^amitj Deurepaper: $ax the promotion of the political, Social, ggrirulturat, anil ffonimeijriat interests of the people. { tcr*m*oie0coApy!Efive ceto?1"0*' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1899. NO. 85. _ , ? | "What Woulc BY CHARLES CHAPTER VII He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness. Tho body of Loreen lay in state at the Page mansion on the avenue. It was Snnday morning, and the clear, sweet air, just beginning to breathe over the city the perfume of opening blossoms in the woods and fields, swept over the casket from one of the open windows at the end of the grand hall. The church bells were ringing, and the people on tho avenue going by to service turned cnrior.s, inquiring looks up at the great house and went on. talking of the recent events which had so strangely entered into and made history in the city. At the First church Henry Maxwell, bearing on his face marks of the scene he had been through the night before, confronted an immense congregation and spoke of it with a passion and a power that came so naturally out of the profound experiences of the day before that his people felt for him something of the old feeling of pride they once had in his dramatic delivery. Only this was a different attitude, and ? all through his impassioned appeal this i morning there was a note of sadness i and rebuke and stern condemnation j that made many of the members pale t with self accusation or with inward ( anger. 1 For Raymond had awakened that morning to the fact that the city had i gone for license, after all. The rumor t at the Rectangle that the second and i third wards had gone no license proved t to be false. It was true that the victory 1 was won by a very meager majority, i but the result was the same as if it had 1 been overwhelming. Raymond had 1 voted to continue another year the saloon. The Christians of Raymond stood i condemned by the result More than a i hundred Christians, professing disciples, < had failed to go to the polls, and many ( more than that number had voted with ( the whisky men. If all the church ( members of Raymond had voted against ( the saloon, it would today be outlawed e instead of crowned king of the munici- t pality. That had been the fact in Ray- 1 mond for years. The saloon ruled. No ? one denied that. What would Jesus do? i And the woman who had been brutal * 11 '"1 ?* ? V.W V?OT*/1 fll Q f 1J SirUUH UUWU UJ Uic unuu vuuk ^ had assisted so eagerly to work her j earthly rain?what of her? Was it any- ] thing more than the logical sequence of f the whole ..orrible system of license \ that for another year the saloon that ] received her so often and compassed her | degradation, from whose very spot the i weapon had been hurled that strack her dead, would by the law which the t Christian pecple of Raymond voted to | support open its doors, perhaps tomor- i row. and damn with earthly and eternal { destruction a hundred Loreens before | the year had drawn to its bloody close ? < All this, with a voice that rang and trembled and broke in sobs of anguish t for the result, did Henry Maxwell pour | out upon his people that Sunday morn j ing, and men and women wept as he i spoke. Donald Marsh sat there, his ( usual erect, handsome, firm, bright, ( self confident bearing all gone, his t head bowed upon his breast, the great < tears rolling down his cheeks, unmind- i fill of the fact that never before had he ] shown outward emotion in a public y service. Edward Norman near by sat, ( with his clear cut, keen face erect, but j his lip trembled and he clutched the end ( of the pew with a feeling of emotion i that struck deep into his knowledge of i the truth as Maxwell spoke of it. No man had given or suffered more to influence public opinion that last week than Norman. The thought that the Christian conscience had been aroused too late or too feebly lay with a weight of accusation upon the heart of the editor. What if he had begun to do as Jesns would long ago? Who could tell what might havs been accomplished by this time? And up in the choir Rachel Winslow, with her face bowed on the railing of the oak screen, gave way to a feeling she had not yet allowed to master her, but it so unfitted her for her part that when Henry Maxwell finished and she tried to sing the closing solo after the prayer her voice broke, and for the first time in her life she was obliged to sit down sobbing and unable to go on. Over the church in the silence that followed this strange scene, sobs and the noise of weeping arose. When had the First church yielded to such a baptism of tears? What had become of its regular, precise, cold, conventional or der of service, undisturbed by any vnl- < gar emotion and unmoved by any foolish excitement? Bnt tho people had lately had their deepest convictions touched. They had been living so long on their surface feelings that they had almost forgotten the deeper wells of life. Now that they had broken to the surface the people were convinced of the meaning of their discipleship. Henry Maxwell did not ask this morning for volunteers to join those i who had already pledged to do as Jesus : would, bnt when the congregation had finally gone and he had entered the lec- i turo room it needed but a glance to show him that the original company of i followers had been largely increased. The meeting was tender. It glowed with the Spirit's presence; it was alive with strong and lasting resolve to begin a war on the whisky power of Raymond that would break its reign. Since i the first Sunday when the first company of volunteers had pledged themselves to do as Jesus would do tho different meetings had been characterized by distinct impulses or impressions. Today the entire force of the gathering seemed to be directed to this, one large purpose. It I 1 Jesus Do?" i M. SSEZjDOKT. vas a meeting fall of broken prayers, )f contrition, confession, of strong , -earning for a now und better city life, ind all through it ran tho one general ( rry for deliverance from the saloon and to nwfnl fnrsp. But if the First church was deeply , itirred by the events of the week gone ; ;he Rectangle also felt moved strongly n its own way. The death of Loreen , vas not in itself so remarkable a fact. , [t was her recent acquaintance with , ;he people from the city that lifted her nto special prominence and surrounded ler death with more than ordinary imjortance. Every one in the Rectangle , cnew that Loreen was at this moment , ying in the Page mansion up on the ivenue. Exaggerated reports of the nagnificence of the casket had already j urnished material for eager gossip. The Rectangle was excited to know the letails of the funeral. Would it be t inblic ? What did Miss Page intend to lo? The Rectangle had never before ningled even in this distantly personal , nanner with the aristocracy on the joulevard. The opportunities for doing 10 were not frequent. Gray and his vife were besieged by inquiries as to , ,vhat Loreen's friends and acquaint- j inces were expected to do in paying iheir last respects to her, for her ac- ( juaintance was large, and many of the ( ecent converts were among her friends. So that is how it happened Monday ( ifternoon at the tent that the funeral lervice of Loreen was held before an mmense audience that choked the tent md overflowed beyond all previous jounds. Gray had gone to Virginia, md after talking it over with her ana 3enry Maxwell the arrangements had aeen made. "I am and always have been opposed o large public funerals," said Gray, vhose complete, wholesome simplicity )f character was one of its great sources )f strength, "but the cry of the poor , :rea tares who knew Loreen is so earnest hat I do not know how to refuse their t lesire to seo her and pay her poor body , lome last little honor. What do you 1 ;hink, Mr. Maxwell? I will be guided jy your judgment in the matter. I am ; mre that whatever you and Miss Page , ihink is best will bo right." ( "I feel as yon do." replied Mr. Max- i veil. "Under most circumstances I < lave a great distaste for what seems i ike display at such times, but this i teems different. The people at the Rec- < ;angle will not come here to a service. 1 [ think the most Christian thing will so to let them have the service at the i ;ent. Do you think 60, Virginia?" < "Yes," said Virginia sadly. "Poor soul! Ido not know but that some time [ shall know she gave her life for mine. 1 We certainly cannot and will not use i she occasion for vulgar display. Let aer friends be allowed the gratification ; jf their wishes. 1 see no harm in it" So the arrangements were made with some difficulty for the service at the tent, and Virginia, with her uncle and lw TTpnrv Max LVU1X1U, uv.vviujm??*vvt ^ well, Rachel President Marsh and the juartet from the First church, went lown and witnessed one of the strange , scenes of their lives. It happened that .hat afternoon a noted newspaper cor- , respondent was passing through Raymond on his way to an editorial contention in a neighboring city. He heard )f the contemplated service at the tent tnd was present that afternoon. His j lescription of it was written in a graphc style that caught the attention of ; rery many readers the next day. A i "ragment of his account belongs to this )art of the history of Raymond: "There was a very unique and unisual funeral service held here this aft>rnoon at the tent of an evangelist. Etev. John Gray, down in the slum dis- , ;rict known as tho Rectangle. The oc- < rasion was caused by the killing of a woman during an election riot last Satirday night. It seems she had been re- ( :ently converted during the evangelist's meetings and was killed while returnng from one of the meetings in com- , ?any with other converts and some of ler friends. She was a common street Irunkard, and yet tho services at the , ta-nt worn na imnrpmnvo jm unv I ever witnessed in a metropolitan church over the most distinguished citizen. , "In the first place, a most exquisite inthem was sung by a trained choir. It struck me. of course, being a stranger to the place, with considerable astonish- , tnent to hear voices like those one naturally expects to hear only in great churches or concerts at such a meeting is this, but the most remarkable part rf the music was a solo sung by a strikingly beautiful young woman, a Miss Winslow. who, if I remember rightly, is the young singer who was sought for by Crandal. the manager of National Opera, and who for some reason refused to accept his offer to go on the stage. She had a most wonderful manner in 9inging, and everybody was weeping before she had sung a dozen words. That, of course, is not so strange an effect to be produced at a funeral service, but the voice itself was one of ten thousand. I understand Miss Winslow A.*- _ T7*;_ A. 1 1. Bings ill uie nrst cunruii mm uuuiu probably command almost any salary as a public singer. She will probably bo heard from soon. Such a voico could win its way anywhere. "The service, aside from tho singing, was peculiar. The evangelist, a man of apparently very simple, unassuming style, spoke a few words, and ho was followed by a fine looking man, the Rev. Henry Maxwell, pastor of the First chnrch of Ruyinond. Mr. Maxwell spoke of the fact that tho dead woman bad been fully prepared to go, but he spoke in a peculiarly sensitive manner yf the effect of the liquor business on the liveB of men and women like this one. Raymond, of course, being a rail- j road town and the center of the great ( packing interests for this region, ie full of saloons. I caught from the minister's j remarks that he had only recently y changed his views in regard to license. He certainly made a very striking and yet it was in no sense an inappropriate address for a funeral. "Then followed what was perhaps r the queer part of this strange service, j The women in the tent, at least a large part of them up near the coffin, began j to sing in a soft, tearful way. 'I was a wandering sheep.' , "Then, while the singing was going on, one row of women stood np and walked slowly past the casket, and as they went by each one placed a flower of some kind on it. Then they sat down, and anctlier row filed past, leaving their flowers. All the time the singing continned softly, like rain on a tent cover when the wind is gentle. It was one of the simplest and at the same time one of the most impressive sights I ever witnessed. The sides of the tent were np, and hundreds of people who could not get in stood outside, all as Btill as death, with wonderful sadness and solemnity for such rough looking people. There must have been a hundred of these women, and I was told many of them had been converted at the meetings just recently. I cannot describe the effect of that singing. Not a man sang a note, all women's voices, and so soft and yet so distinct that the effect was startling. "The service closed with another solo by Miss Winslow, who sang 'There were ninety and nine,' and then the evangelist asked them all to bow their heads while he prayed. I was obliged, in order to catch my train, to leave during the prayer, and the last view I caught of the scene as the train went by the shops was a sight of the great crowd pouring out of the tent and forming in open ranks while the coffin was borne out by six of the women. It is a long time since I have seen such a picture in this unpoetical republic." If Loreen's funeral impressed a passing stranger like this, it is not difficult to imagine the profound feelings of those who had been so intimately con nected with her life and death. Nothing had ever entered the Rectangle that had moved it so deeply ns Loreen'sbody in that coffin, and the Holy Spirit seemed to bless with special power the Q8e of this senseless clay, for that night at the meeting he swept more than a 3core of lost bouIs, mostly women, into the fold of the Good Shepherd. It should be said here that Henry Maxwell's statement concerning the opening of the saloon from whose window Loreen had been killed proved nearly exactly true. It was formally closed Monday and Tuesday while the authorities arrested the proprietor, charged with the murder, but nothing could be proved against any one. and before Saturday of that week the saloon was lunning as regularly as ever. No one on the earth was ever punished by earthly courts for the murder of Loreen. No one in all Raymond, including tho Rectangle, felt Loreen's death more keenly than Virginia. It came like a distinct personal loss to her. That short week while Loreen had been in her home had opened Virginia's heart to a new life. She was talking it over with Rachel the day after the funeral. They were sitting in the hall of the Page mansion. "I am going to do something with mv money to help these women to a better life.'' Virginia looked over to the f end of the hall where the day before t Lorten's body had lain. "I have decid- t ed on a good plan, as it seems to me. I . have talked it over with Rollin. He will devote a large part of his money tc ^ the same plan." "How much money have you, Virginia, to give in this way?" asked Rachel. Once she would never have j asked such a personal question. Now it ^ seemed as natural to talk frankly about ^ money as about anything else that belonged to God. | "I have available for use at least |450.000. Rollin has as much more. It is one of his bitter regrets now that his extravagant habits of life before his 1 conversion practically threw away half that father left him. We are both eager to make all the reparation in our pow- *' er. 'What would Jesus do with this 1 money ?' We want to answer that ques- v tion honestly and wisely. The money I 1 shall put into The News is, I am confident. in line with Jesus' probable ac- * tion. It is as necessary that we have a daily Christian paper in Raymond. 1 especially now that we have the saloon 8 influence to meet, as it is to have a * church or a college. So I am satisfied E that the $500,000 that Mr. Norman ^ will know how to use so well will be a * powerful factor in Raymond to do as ' Jesus would do. * "About my other plan. Rachel, I ti want you to work with me. Rollin and ti I are going to buy up a large part of j * -? i?-i mL - e.ij the property in tne necwingie. ineneiu u where the tent now is 1ms been in litigation for years. Wo mean to secure j. the entire tract as soon as the conrts i have settled the title. For some time I 1 have been making a specal stndy of the t various forms of college settlements and i resident methods of Christian work and 1 institutional church work in the heart \ of great city slums. I do not know that i I have yet been able to tell just what is the wisest and most effective kind of t work that can be done in Raymond, 1 but I do know this much?my money t (I mean God's, which he wants mo to use) can build wholesome lodging f houses, refuges for poor women, asy- s lums for shopgirls, safety for many and ^ many a lost girl like Loreen. And I do t not want to be simply a dispenser of this money. God help me I I do want i to put myself into the problem. But do i you know, Rachel, I have a feeling all t the time that all that limitless money i and limitless personal sacrifice can t possibly do will not really lessen I very much the awful conditions at t the Rectangle as long as the saloon t is legally established there. I think that is true of any Christian work now be- ( ing carried_on in any great city. The ? laloon furnishes material to be saved 'aster than the settlement or residence >r rescue mission work can save it." Virginia suddenly rose and paced the lall. Rachel answered sadly and yet ivith a note of hope in her voice: "It is true; but, oh, Virginia, what 6 wonderful amount of happiness and jower can come out of this money 1 And ;he saloon cannot always remain here, rhe time must come when the Christian iorce in the city will triumph." Virginia paused near Rachel, and her jale, earnest face lighted up. "I believe that too. The number of those who have promised to do as Jesus vould is increasing. If we once have, lay, 500 such disciples in Raymond, ;he saloon is doomed. But now, dear, I vant you to look at your part in this )lan for capturing and saving the Rec;angle. Your voice is a power. I have lad many ideas lately. Here ie one of bem. You could organize among the prls a musical institute. Give them he benefit of your training. There .. tome splendid voices in the rough there. Did any one ever hear such s: iging as bat yesterday by those women' Rachel, vhat a beautiful opportunity! You ball have the best of opportunity in be way of organs and orchestras that noney can provide, and what cannot )e done with music to win souls there nto higher and better and purer livng?" Before Virginia had ceased speaking tachel's face was perfectly transfigured with the thought of her life work. It lowed into her heart and mind like a lood, and the torrent of her feeling )verflowed in tears that could not be estrained. It was what she had dreamed )f doing herself. It represented to her lomething that she felt was in keeping vith a right use of her own talent 'Yes," she said as she rose and put her trms about Virginia, while both girls n the excitement of their enthusiasm >aced the hall?"yes, I will gladly put ny life into that kind of service. I do jelieve that Jesus would have me use ny life in this way. Virginia, what niracles can we not accomplish with inmanity if we have such a lever as :onsecrated money to move things vithl" "Add to it consecrated personal en;husiasm like yours, and it certainly :an accomplish great things," said Virginia, smiling, and then before Rachel :ould reply Rollin came in. He hesitated a moment and was passing out of ;he hall into the library when Virginia :alled him and asked some questions ibout his work. Rollin came back and sat down, and ogether the three discussed their future )lans. Rollin was apparently entirely ree from embarrassment in Rachel's jresence while Virginia was with them; >nly his manner with her was almost erecise, if not cold. The past seemed to )e entirely absorbed in his wonderful inversion. He had not forgotten it, rat he seemed to be completely caught lp for this present time in the purpose >f this new life. After awuile Rollin was called out, rad Rachel and Virginia began to talk )f other things. "By the way. what has become of rasper Chase?" Virginia asked the question innosently enough, but Rachel blushed, and Virginia added, with a smile: "I sup)0se he is writing another book. Is he joing to put you into this one. Rachel? if on know I always suspected Jasper* yhase of doing that very thing in his irst story.'1 "Virginia"?Rachel spoke with the *rankness that had always existed beween the two friends?"Jasper Chase old me the other night that he?in fact ?he proposed to me?or he would if'? Rachel stopped and sat with her lands clasped on her lap. and there vere tears in her eyes. "Virginia. I thought a little while igo that I loved him. as he said he oved me. but when he spoke my heart elt repelled, and I said what I ought So have said. I told him 110. I have not leein him since. That was the night of be first conversions at the Rectangle." "I am glad for you." said Virginia jnietly. "Why?" asked Rachel, a little starred "Because 1 have never really liked laspor Chase. He is too cold and?1 do lot like to judge him. hut 1 have alvays distrusted his sincerity in taking he pledge attho church with the rest. " Rachel looked at Virginia thoughtfully "I have never given my heart to him. am sure. He touched my emotions, md I admired his skill as a writer. I lave thought at times that I cared a ;ood deal for him. I think perhaps if le had spoken to me at any other time ban the one he chose I could easily lave persuaded myself that 1 loved him. >nt not now. " Rachel paused suddenly, inrt when she looked nn at Virginia igain there wore tears on her face. Virginia came to her and pnt her arm ibont her tenderly When Rachel had left the honse. Virginia sat in the hall thinking over the lonfidence her friend had just shown ler. There was something still to be old. Virginia felt snre from Rachel's nanner. bnt she did not feel hurt that Hachel had kept back something. She ,vas simply conscious of more on Ra:hel's mind than she had revealed Very soon Rollin came back, and he ind Virginia, arm in arm. as they had ately been in the habit of doing, walked lp and down the long hall. It was easy for their talk to settle inally upon Rachel because of the place the was to occupy in the plans which vere being made for the purchase of ;he property at the Rectangle. "Did you ever know a girl of such eally gifted powers in vocal music who ,vas willing to give her whole life to he people, as Rachel is going to dot she is going to give music lessons in ;he city, have private pupils to make ler living and then give the people in ;he Rectangle the benefit of her culture ind her voice." "It is certainly a very good example )f self sacrifice." replied Rollin. a little stiffly Virginia looked at him a little sharply "Bat don't you think it is h very unusual example? Can yon imagine' ?here Virginia named half a dozen famous opera singers?"doing anything of this sort?" "No: I can't.' Rollin answered briefly "Neither can I imagine Miss' ?he spoke the name of the girl with the red parasol who had begged Virginia to take the girls to the Rectangle ?"doing what yon are doing. Virginia. " "Any more than I can imagine Mr.' ?Virginia spoke the name of a young society leader?"going about to the clubs doing your work. Rollin. " The two walked on in silence for the length of the hall "Coming back to Rachel." began Virginia. "Rollin. why do you treat her with snch a distant, precise manner? I think. Rollin?pardon me if 1 hurt you?that she is annoyed by it. ion useu 10 oe on easy terms, i uuu i think Rachel likes this change. " Rollin suddenly stopped. He seemed deeply ugitated. He took his arm from Virginia's and walked down to the end of the ball Then ho returned, with his arms behind him. and. stopping near his sister, he said Virginia, have you not learned my secret 1" Virginia looked bewildered. Then over her face the unusual color crept, showing that she understood. "I have never loved any one but Rachel Winslow." Rollin spoke calmly enough now "That day she was here, when you talked about her refusal to join the concert company. I asked her to be my wife, out there on the avenue She refused me, as I knew she would, and she gave as her reason the fact that I had no purpose in life, which was true enough Now that I have a purpose. now that I am a new man. do i't you see. Virginia, how impossible it is for me to say anything? I owe my very conversion to Rachel's singing, and yet that night while she sang I can honestly say that for the time being I never thought of her voice except as God's message 1 believe ull my personal love for her was for the time merged into a personal love to God and my Saviour.' Rollin was silent Then he went on with more emotion, "I am still in love with her. Virginia, bnt I do not think she could ever love me." He stopped and looked his sister in the face with a sad smile. "1 don 't know about that." said Virginia to herself She was noting Rollin s handsome face, its marks of dissipation nearly all gone now. the firm lips showing manhood and courage, the clear eyes looking into hers frankly, the form strong and graceful. Rollin was a man now Why should not Rachel come to love him in time? Surely the two were well fitted for each other, especially now that their purpose in life was moved by the same Christian source She said something of all this to Rollin. but be did not find much comfort When they closed the interview. Virginia carried away the impression that Rollin meant to go his way with his chosen work, trying to reach the fashionable men at the clubs and, while not avoiding Rachel, seeking no occasion for meeting her He was distrustful of his power to control his feelings, and Virginia could see that he dreaded even the thought that his love was still the same The next day she went down to The News office to see Edward Norman and arrange the details of her part in the establishment of the paper on its new foundation. Henry Maxwell was present at this conference, and the three - T agreed mat, wuatever jcsus wuum uu in detail as editor of a daily paper, he would be guided by the same general principles that directed his conduct as the Saviour of the world. "I have tried to put down here in concrete form some of the things which it has seemed to mo Jesus would do," said Edward Norman. He read from a paper lying on his desk, and Henry Maxwell was reminded again of his effort to put into written form his own conception of Jesus' probable action and also of Milton Wright's attempt in his business. "I have headed this, 'What Would Jesus Do as Edward Norman. Editor of a Daily Newspaper In Raymond.' "I. He would never allow a sentence or a picture in his paper that could be called bad or coarse or impure in any way "2. He would probably conduct the political part of the paper from the standpoint of nonpartisan patriotism, always looking upon all political questions in the light of their relations to the welfare of the people, always on the basis of 'What is right?' never from the basis of 'What is for the best interests of this or that party V' In other words, he would treat every political subject from the standpoint of the advancement uf the kingdom of God on the earth." Edward Norman looked np from the reading for a moment. "Yon understand that is my interpretation of Jesus' probable action on political matters on other newspaper men who may have a different conception of Jesus' probable action from mine. I am simply trying to answer honestly. 'What would Jesus do as Edward Norman ?' and the answer I find is what I have put down. " "3 The end and aim of a daily paper conducted by Jesus would be to do the will of God. That is. his main purpose in carrying on a newspaper would not be to make money or gain political K,-* l?i?j Kwuf r\nr?. II] II urn Li;. UUl mo mob <???u tunu^ |IU1 pose should be so to conduct his paper that it would he evident to all his subscribers that he was trying to seek first the kingdom of God by means of his paper. This purpose would be as distinct and unquestioned as the purpose of a minister or a missionary or any other unselfish martyr in Christian work anywhere. "4. All questionable advertisements would be impossible. "5. The relation of Jesus to the employees on the paper would be of the most loving character." "So far as I have gone," sain Norman, again looking np, "I am uf the opinion that Jeans would emploj practically some form of co-operation that would represent the idea of mutual interest in a business where all were to move together for the same great end. I am working out such a plan, and I am confident it will be successful. At any rate, once introduce the element of personal love into a business like this, take out the selfish principle of doing it for the sake of personal profits to a man or company, and I do not see any way except the most loving personal interest between editor, reporters, pressmen and all who contributed anything to the life of the paper, and that interest would be expressed not only in the personal love and sympathy, but in a sharing with the profits of the business. "6. As editor of a daily paper today Jesus would give large space to the work of the Christian world. He would devote a page possibly to the facts of reform, of sociological problems, of institutional church work and similar movements. "7. He would do all in his power in his paper to fight the saloon as an enemy of the human race and an unnecessary part of our present civilization. He would do this regardless of public sentiment in the matter and, of course, always regardless of its effect on his subscription list." Again Edward Norman looked up. "I state my honest, conviction on this point Of course I do not pass judgment on the Christian men who are editing other kinds of papers today, but as I interpret Jesus I believe be would use the influence of his paper to remove the saloon entirely from the political and social life of the nation. "8. Jesus would not issue a Sunday edition. "9. He would print the news of the world that people ought to know. Among the things that they do not need to know and which would not be published would be brutal prizefights, long accounts of crimes, scandals in private families or any other human events which in any way would conflict with the first point mentioned in this outline. "10. If Jesus had the amount of money to use on a paper which we have, he would probably secure the best and strongest cnnsnan men ana women to co-operate with him in the matter of contributors. That will be my purpose. as I shall be able to show you in a few days. "11. Whatever the details of the paper might demand as the paper developed along its definite plan, the main principle that guided it would always be the establishment of the kingdom of God in the world. This large general principle would necessarily shape all the details." Edward Norman finished reading his plan. He was very thoughtful. "I have merely sketched a very faint outline. I have a hundred ideas for making the paper powerful that I have not yet thought out fully. This is simply suggestive I have talked it over with other newspaper men. Some of them say 1 will have a weak, namby pamby Sunday school sheet If I get out something as good as a Sunday school, it will be pretty good. Why do men when they want to characterize something as particularly feeble always use a Sunday school as a comparison ?? U* *V,o* +V.O Qnn. W lit: LI uu If J" UUgUb IAJ IUiU TT IIUOH UUO VUM day Bcbool is one of the strongest, most powerful influences in our civilization in this country today. But the paper will not necessarily be weak because it is good. Good things are more powerful than bad. The question with me is largely one of support from the Christian people of Raymond. There are over 20,000 church members here in the city. If half of them will stand by The News, its life is assured. What do you think, Maxwell, is the probability of such support?" "I don't know enough about it to give an intelligent answer. I believe in the paper with all my heart. If it lives a year, as Miss Virginia said, there is no telling what it can do. The great thing will be to issue such a paper, as near as we can judge, as Jesus probably would and put into it all the elements of Christian brains, strength, intelligence and sense and command respect by the absence of bigotry, of fanaticism, narrowness and anything else that is contrary to the spirit of Jesua Such a paper will call for the best that human thought and action are capable of giving. The greatest minds in the world would have their powers taxed to the utmost to issne a Christian daily." "Yes," Edward Norman spoke humbly. "I shall make great mistakes, no doubt I need a great deal of wisdom. But I want to do as Jesus would. 'What would he do?' I have asked it daily and shall continue to do so and abide by results." "I think we are beginning to understand," said Virginia, "the meaning of that command, 'Grow in the grace and knowledge of onr Lord and Savionr Jesus Christ.' I am sure I do not know all that he would do in detail until I know him better." "That is very true," said Henry Maxwell "I am beginning to understand that I cannot interpret the probable action of Jesus until I know better what his spirit is. To my mind the greatest question in all of human life is summed up when we ask, 'What would Jesus do?" if as we ask it we also try to answer it from a growing knowledge of Jesus himself. We must know Jesus before we can imitate him." When the arrangements had been made between Virginia and Edward Norman, he fonnd himself in possession of the sum of $500,000. exclusively his to use for the establishment of a Christian daily paper. When Virginia and Henry Maxwell had gone. Norman closed his door and. alone with the Divine presence, asked like a child for help from his all powerful Father. All throngh his prayer as he kneeled before his desk ran the promise, "If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who iriveth to all men liberally and un braideth not. and it shall be given I him." Surely his prayer would be an swered and the kingdom be advanced throngh this instrument of God's power, this mighty press which had become so largely degraded to the base nses of man's avarice and ambition. Two months went by. They were full of action and results in the city of Ray mond and especially in the First church In spite of the approaching heat of the summer season, the after meeting of the disciples who had made the pledge to do as Jesns would do continued witn enthusiasm and power. Gray had fin-' ished his work at the Rectangle, and an outward observer going through the place could not have seen any difference in the old conditions, although there was an actual change in hundreds of lives, but the saloons, dens, hovels, gambling houses, still ran, overflowing their vileness into the lives of fresh victims to take the place of those rescued by the evangelist, and the devil recruited his ranks very fast Henry Maxwell did not go abroad. Instead of that he took the money he had been saving for the trip and quietly arranged a summer vacation for a whole family living down in the Rectangle who had never gone outside of the foul district of the tenement The pastor of the First church will never forget the week he spent with this family making the arrangements. He went down into the Rectangle one hot day when something of the terrible heat of the tenements was beginning to be felt and helped the family to the station and then went with them to a beautiful spot on the coast, where, in the home of a Christian woman, these bewildered nitv tenants breathed fnr the first time in years the cool salt air and felt blow about them the pine scented fragrance of a new lease of life There was a sickly baby with the mother?three other children, one a cripple. The father, who had been out of work until he had been, as he afterward confessed to Maxwell, several times on the verge of suicide, sat with the baby in his arms during the journey, and when Maxwell started back to Raymond after seeing the family settled the man held his hand at parting and choked with his utterance and finally broke down, to Maxwell's great confusion The mother, a wearied, wornout woman, who had lost three children the year before from a fever scourge in the Rectangle, sat by the car window all the way and drank in the delights of sea and sky and field. It was all a miracle to her, and Henry Maxwell, coming back into Raymond at the end of that week, feeling the scorching, sickening heat all the more because of his little taste of the ocean breezes, thanked God for the joy he had witnessed and entered upon his discipleship with a humble heart, knowing for almost the first time in his life this special kind of sacrifice, for never before had be denied himself his regular summer trip away from the heat of Raymond, whether he felt in any great need of rest or not. "It is a fact." he said in reply to several inquiries on the part of his church, "I do not feel in need of a vacation year. I am very well and prefer to stay here." It was with a feeling of relief that he succeeded in concealing from every one but his wife what he had done with this other family. He felt the need of doing anything of that sort without display or approval from others. Bo the summer came on, and Henry Maxwell grew into larger knowledge of his Lord. The First church was still swayed by the power of the Spirit Maxwell marveled at the continuance of his stay. He knew very well that from the beginning nothing but the Spirit's presence had kept the church from being torn asunder by this remarkable testing it had received of its discipleship. Even now there were many of the members among those who had not taken the pledge who regarded the whole movement as Mrs. Wibslow did. in the nature of a fanatical interpretation of Christian duty, and looked for a return of the old normal condition. Meanwhile the whole body of disciples was under the influence of the Spirit, and Henry Maxwell went his way that summer doing his parish work in great joy. keeping up his meetings with the railroad men, as he had promised Alexander Powers, and daily growing into a better knowledge of the Master. . Kurlv one evening in August, alter a day of refreshing coolness, following a long period of heat. Jasper Chase walked to the window of his room in the apartment honse on the avenue and looked ont. On his desk lay a pile of manuscript. Since that evening when he had spoken to Rachel Winslow he had not met her. His singularly sensitive nature, sensitive to the point of irritability when he was thwarted, seemed to thrust him into an isolation that was intensified by his habits as an author. All through the heat of the summer he had been writing. His book was nearly done now. He had thrown himself into its construction with a feverish strength that threatened at any moment to desert him and leave him helpless. He had not forgotten his pledge with the other church members at the First church. It had forced itself upon his notice all through his writing and ever since Rachel had said no to him. He had asked a thousand times, "Would Jesus do this?" "Would he write this Siory i it was a society uuvei. wmicu in a style that had proved popular. It had no purpose except to amuse. Its moral teaching was not bad, but neither was it Christian in any positive way. Jasper Chase knew that such a story would sell. He was conscious of powers in his way that the social world petted and admired. What would Jesus do ? The question obtruded on him at the most inopportune times. He became irascible over it. The standard of Jesus as an author was too ideal Of course Jesus wculd use his powers to produce something useful or helpful or with a purpose. What was he, Jasper Chase, writing this novel for? Why, what nearly every writer wrote for? namely, money and fame as a writer. There was no secret with him that he CONTINUED ON FOURTH PAGE.