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wher Mrs Cayor t
wcamustood and d
OaDo went back
to the doorway,
where Mrs. Caylor t
was standing. She b
was tearless and i
"What arrane- t
inents have -been made for a service,
Mrs. Caylor?" Gordon asked, and his
heart was sore at the sight of the
wretched mother, whose tearless atti
tude touched him more than if she had
shown a passion of grief, a
"Mr. Randall is seelno to it," she said
"But don you want a minister n
Gordon was bewildered. He had never h
faced exactly the same situation. o
"I don't care. Mr. Randall"
,"You are not a Catholic? I remem- a
ber you saidto me your people in New
England belonged to the Baptist
church. There ought to be a service of fo
some kind, with a minister. Do you
know one you would like to have?" S
"A minister!" The woman turned on
him almost fiercely. "A minister! h
Mighty little use they have for such a a
one as me! This is no man's parisht
"But for the sake of Louie! I can
get Mr. Falmouth to come down. I am
so sorry' for you, Mrs. Caylor. God
help you! Louie was a goodl boy." C
The woman suddenly threw her d
anron over her head and burst into a r
rret nofw.eWeng o vion'tcy that's- h
the time your heart bleeds inside." e
"What's all this* racket?" cried a
voice frorti the room. Gordon wheelede
about and faced the man, Tommy Ran- .
dali. With the instinctive forewarning i
of a peculiarly sensitive and delicate t4
moral consciousness Gordon knew that ra
between this man and himself there
could be nothing but war from the a
start But what form it would take, t)
what forces the man had to draw on, a
how much of a hold he had on the s
wretched lives that furnished his field t)
of action, John Gordon did not know.
Perhaps it was as well that he did not
know much about it. A full knowledge e:
of even one aspect of Tommy Randall's
political influence might have appalled g
a more courageous and hopeful man ra
than John Gordon.n
The boss was a man of about forty
five. Outwardly he was a short, thick
set man, with a florid face and a reso- ;t:
lte manner. He did not show any y
signs of intemperate living, and indeed h
it was his boast that he had no vices.
The most noticeable characteristic of a
the man was his absolute confidence in h
his own influence. It was not egotism
so much as a thorough, faith In the po- ~
litical security of his position. s
There was one quality that John
Gordon possessed, however, that made h
him formidable. He was fifteen years r
younger than this man.. and he had t
practically no experience in that world
which was the only world in existence t
for Tommy Randall. But he had a
faith in God that was as profound as
the other man's political creed, and in
his love for the people he was pre
pared in acting on that creed to go any
lengths that were within human possi- t
bility. If Gordon was ignorant of Tom
my Randall's strength, the boss was no s
less ignorant of this young man's inner a
sources of persistent and tireless ,
strength that would inevitably come to
his assistan~ce in the struggle that was
begining in that wretched tenement,
with a childs death as witness to- the
"I have been asking Mrs. Caylor a
what arrangements have been made
for a funeral service.'' Gordon spoke y
quietly. "'If no other minister has
been engaged, I think I can get Mr.
Falmouth of Nazareth church to come
Tommy Randall walked up to John E
Gordon 'and deliberately looked him v
over. Gordon stood perfectly still and v
never moved a muscle gs his eyes
looked straight into the older man's. s
"The service has all been arranged. o
young man," Randall said finally. A
sound of shuffling steps was heard on -
the broken stairs and along the cor
ridor, and two men appeared with a t
"Ah! There you are, Abrams! That's a
more like it. Don't try to palm cif a
another one of your rotten boxes on s
me or you'll hear from me. eh ? Put a
it on the table." Then, as two chil- t
dren came into the room at the heels
of the two men who brought the cof- .I
fin, Gordon was astonished to see Rahn- g
dall pat them on the head kindly and
say: "Now, then, lads, out of the road. c
I can't stop now."
The children went out off the room, S
and Randall bustled in and out, order- 3
ing chairs and helping place the body I
of Louie in the coffin. Gordon came
un to ie table to look at the little (
face, for Louie had been partly de
formed, and his face was like a baby's.. t
He lookedi down at the figure and t
noticedl thait one hand was clinched3
tight. Stooping a little lower, by the ~
dim light Gordon recognized his own I
little gift Gien he had gone in with a
3r. MIarsh. It was a sample bottle of 1
perfumery. and the child had clung to
-it in the dairkness, dying in the horrible i
olirii -some ~time-hfterwa-d,~1it
rally cove -ed with vermin.
John Gordon's tears fell on the face
s he felt that here was one of God's
ttle ones against whom somebody
ad sinned. 'Better for a millstone to
e lianged around his neck"-he seemed
) hear the words of the Son of Man
than that one of these little bnes
ould perish." Who was to blame?
Vas it the social system? Was it the
lfish wealth? Was it political dis
onesty? Was it a definite individual?
his child-weak, deformed, helpless
id it not need the strength and beauty
C a whole universe thrown about it in
wing protection? Instead of that,
ung like some vile thing among the
tting, loathsome, crawling things of
te lowest physical world, it had gone
at of a world of black horrors, cling
ig childishly to a bit of artificial
agrance that was practically all the
uch it ever knew of the abounding
erfume of a flower bedecked earth.
oor little soul! Will not God take
im and hold him long in his bosom of
finite pity? And will it be unjust if
n impassable gulf yawns between
im and the Dives who on earth tasted
11 the physical delights, but let the
ogs lick the sores of the beggar at his
ate, proud of his charity in flinging to
im the crumbs of the feast? For is
ot that about all that wealthy Chris
mdom has so far flung at the dying
ggar of the slum, after 2,000 years of
"Now then, young man, is there any
His profound reverie' was suddenly
terrupted by Randall.
"The service! I will see to that."
"Is there any minister?" Gordon
ked firmly, for he knew enough from
-hat he had heard from-the residents
know that in many cases there were
religious services of any kind and a
orrible haste and tumult that partook
the savagery of brute nature.
Tommy Randall paused before he
swered, weighing somewhat careful
just how far he could go.
"What business is it of yours, young
Gordon silently showed him his in
"Umph! Board of health! Does the
morable body authorize you to man
"It does," replied Gordon boldly.
"How's that?" Randall asked sharp
"The duties of tenement inspectors,"
ordon went on calmly, "are clearly
efined in section 12, article 4. of the
lations of the state board of health.
at article distinctly says It shall be
e duty of the inspectors, in case of
ath occurring In districts under in
ection, to notify the proper authori
s and, if no other authorized body is
charge, to arrange whatever Is nec
~sary for the welfare of the family
the matter of burial, etc. I consid
,therefore, that I am acting fully
ithin the limits of my authority when
say I have a right to call in a minis
r for the decent observance of the
tes attending this death."
Tommy Randall was silent a mo
ient. He was preparing a speech
iat would show this young man'what
mistake he had made when Gordon
ddenly asked, with the simplicity
iat came from part ignorance of the
wer the boss really had:
"By what authority are you here in
arge of this funeral?"
Tommy Randall gasped. For the
st time In years he grew pale with
ge, and at first Gordon thought the
an was going to strike him.
"By what authority, you insolent
ppy? I'll teach you by what au
tority! This is my ward, I'll have
u understand -my ward. do you
"I hear you quite well, sir. You do
t need to talk to make the dead
John Gordon spoke with a heart on
e as he realized with a gleam of in.
inctive loathing of the man his din
~lcal hold on the people. "Come out
ere and say what you have to say.
is not decent for us to be having all
s in the room."
He turned in a great heat of anger
at Instantly cooled as he went out
the corridor, and Randall followed
Im, in spite of himself as it seemed,
d the curious, gaping- crowd, mostly
-omen, thronged around to see the
w between Tommy Randall, the au
crat of Ward 18, and the slim, pale
ed, well dressed "gent" who had
iddenly stepped Into the arena alone
~anst the whole political machine.
"He's up against it!" chuckled an
"Tommy will do him up brown,"
ld a young man who loafed against
e broken railing of the corridor and
it tobacco juice down on the heads
fthe children in the cotfit below.
Gordon again was the first to speak.
e was not aggressive, but perfectly
m and calm.
"Have you any legal authority for
ianaging affairs here?" he asked, and
andall again made a movement
hich looked like a threat of physical
"I is none of your business!" The
entence came out with an explosion
profanity that delighted the crowd.
"I am regularly appointed by the
ard of health as a legal officer. Do I
iderstand that you are an officer of
ie city? Do you have a legal, official
athority in these premises?" Gordon
sked calml~p The question was so
imply put that its very simplicity
taggered Tommy Randall. He stared
d then broke into a coarse laugh
uat was echoed by the women.
"Official duty be --. I run this ward.
m in charge here, and :I warn you to
et out and leave this business to me."
"Do I understand you to threaten an
ificer with violence?" Gordon asked,
oking him in the eye coldly. At the
ame time he took out a notebook,
hile Randall eyed him in a rage that
.e was trying evidently to choke down.
or the first time also a trace of un
asiness mingled with his astonish
aent at the unexpected boldness of
e young man who had thrown down
se gauntlet before the boss of Ward
S. He was beginning to be in doubt
ncerning the young man's political
ull. Nothing short of secret influ
ce at the city hall could account for
is atounding attitude.
"I warn you," Gordon talked as he
otted down something in the book and
ut it back into his pocet, "that I amj
dieting fully-witum my authorrty as an t
ofdicer specially detailed for this duty.
I understand you make no claim to
being an officer of the city. I shall
proceed to secure a minister and have
the services properly conducted. Mrs. i
Caylor is willing to have i: done.
Aren't you. Mrs. Caylor?"
"I don't care! Louie was a gcod boy;
lie was a good boy!" she cried, throw
ing her apron over her head ar.d rock
ing back and forth with grcet sobs.
During the talk she had been sitting
by the door, apparently oblivious to
everything. She now suddenly rose up
and staggered into the room, throwing
her arms over the coffin and shrieking
aloud: "He was a good boy! Oh, God!
Tommy Randall turned towa:d John
Gordon with a look that was simply
"If you attempt to interfere or make
any unusual disturbance, M. Ran
dall," Gordon said again as he had
twice before, taking the initiative, "I
shall report you to the authorities."
The statement was so simply made,
it covered so much absolute authority,
that for a moment Tommy Randall
stared in silence, too much astonished
to say a word. Then, to Gordon's sur
prise and to the bewildermen': of the
crowd, the older man put out .is hand
and said, with a laugh:
"You're a good one! Report Tommy
Randall! Give me your hand on it, c
young fellow! But you have the-- Say, b
wouldn't he make a team with another i
one like him?" t
Again the crowd laughcd coarsely, q
and Gordon, without seeming to notice t
the outstretched hand, turned his back d
on all of them and went into the room.
Randall watched him, with a snarl on ei
his face that prophesied any number t
of accounts for the future. Then he ii
grew thoughtful, and before any one s
could guess his ne~xt movement he fol
lowed Gordon into the room. G
Gordon had even in that brief time a:
begun to soothe the distracted mother.
"I'll get my friend Mr. Falmouth to
come down. He will have a beautiful b
service. He will"- _:
"Does Mr. Randall"- ec
The words were spoken with a fright
ened air that Gordon saw at once had
some good reason. But before he could it
answer Randall said good naturedly: q
"I think we had better have the min- C
ister come down, Mrs. Caylor. That's ti
ll right" t"
"I'll arrange it," Gordon said briefly, u
as if Randall were not present He did a
not care to puzzle himself at present ci
over the man's change of manner. n.
That it was a part of his regular policy g
to gain an end he knew well enough, o
but he was indilferent to it His very t,
indifference was so complete that the 'V
boss felt again that uneasiness that had p
come to him already as a nevr experi- if
ence, and again that same diabolical t:
hate included John Gordon in its sweep n,
of future reckoning, for Tommy Randall p
was beginning to feel dimly, but really, t(
that for the first time in his political y
career he was in the presence of a new
factor. The newness of it puzzled and a
enraged him. It was so unknown that I,
he could not figure on it. That made it f<
doubly hateful to him. a:
John Gordon stayed a little longer
pnd then went away. The hour filed '
for the service was 3 o'clock- As he c
went out into the corridor ani groped
his way down the stairs and out into
the court he was plainly aware that 0'
curious faces stared at him, and a little a
added respect was paid him.c
"The old man fell down!" muttered Pt
the woman who had foretold Gordon's
humiliation at the hands of the boss.
"Naw he didn't:" the tobacco user
ejaculated, with an oath. "Wait till c4
the old man gets in his upper cut. He fit
ain't downed by no 'gent!' "A
Gordon at once took a car for Naza- si
reth avenue, and within an hour he "
was in the Rev. Paul Falmouthi's study, d
which was in the rear of Nazareth aj
Aenue church. t
"Glad to see you, Gordon," Fal- a
mouth said as he rose arnd greeted his "
visitor cordially. The minister was a a
grave faced man of thirty-five. The ~
books, papers, pictures and articles of 03
interest in his study proclaimed a stu
dent If not a scholar.. The man himself lC
had a reserve power. How much more et
than that was not apparent at first s<
"I'm sorry to disturb your morning, e
Mr. Falmouth. I know your rule, but 0
this s a' case of death. I knew you
would listen to me." 1
"Certainly; go on. I was thinking of s
you just a minute ago and planning to c
come down to Hope House and see b
you. Of course I know what you have
done. The papers"-n
"Thank you, Mr. Falmouth, for your h
kind letter. It did me good. I'll be glad
to see you at Hope Houpe. But I know'
how busy you are!" Gordon glanced at
the minister's desk, which was coveredt
3rith open books, manuscripts in varn
ous degrees of preparation and a mis-t
cellaneous Weap of correspondenceu
which told the p'articular story of a e
"I'm always busy, Gordon." Thet
words were spoken with a sigh that
was instantly repressed. "But for more
reasons than one I wa-nt to see you and
have a good long talk with you." h
."I'll be very glad. But this is my er
rand this morning. I want you for a
funeral service this afternoon."
He went on rapidly to relate the brief
story of Louie, without reference to
Randall or any of the occurrences that
had brought him into the tragedy. "
"I'll go, of course." Falmouth said in- ti
stantly when Gordon paused. "Shall -t
we have any singing? Have you any
one in Hope House?"
"I had an idea as I came along up," d
Gordon spoke with a little hesitation. r
"If this was a funeral on Pank boule. a
yard for a rich man's son and you were h
called on to officiate, who would prob
"Why, the Nazareth Avenue quar- c.
tet, I suppose. That is the arrange- J
ment made with them by the church a:
music committee-that I am to have C<
their services whenever I conduct a b
funeral. But"- c
The Rev. Paul Faimouth paused. H~e II
saw at once the bearing of Gordon's C]
question. Gordon watched him closely, a
"Why not?" the minister said. a
He rose and went into an adjoining t2
room and rang a telephone bell. Gor
don could hear him talking. When he E
came out, he said simply: .a
"The quartet will join me here at tV
2, and we will go down together. I
don't think any of them have been sl
down on Bowen street. But, for that fa
matter, neither have L. It won't hurt n
us any to see it." 0
"I don't know about that, sir. I'm if
of the opinion that it will hurt you. s
But isn't it about time that somebody 1]
besides the people around Hope House n
was hurt by what is going on there?" 13
The minister was silent. He under- E'
stood fully all that Gordon implied by t
his remark. When he lifted his head, a
Gordon had risen to go.
"Don't go, Gordon -that is, unless o
you have to. Why can't we have that i
talk now as well as any time?"a
"We can unless you are tcoo"-g
"Busy? But it can wait. There's an
artcl for the HrnmileiC. Review: f
ifere's anothi-~fo-t' rt-AmeiM
"Glad to see you, Gordon."
an; there are two sermons, an address
efore the convention of Christian cit
.enship and a list of church duties
bat Is never caught up with. But I
uestion if any or all of it is as impor
int as some of the things I want to
iscuss with you."
He paused, and his grave face light
I up with a gleam of interest that
ansformed his scholarly appearance
ito something quite different. Gordon
it down again.
"What do you think of the church,
ordon? How much Is it worth after
The question surprised Gordon.
"I'm not a judge and don't want to
a. I neglected 'my duties to the church,
nd I am the last man in the world to
Falmauth sat silent awhile.
"The church in this city is not doing
s duty," he said at last. "I sometimes
estion how much it is really obeying
hrist's commands. When I consider
ie wealth and business ability and
tent and culture in my own individ
al church alonetl cannot hell tsking
tyself how much of it is really cense
,ated to the uses of the kingdom. I do
ot know six men in my own congre
ation who accept the doc'u-ine of God's
,nership of property, so plainly
Lught in the Bible and by Christ.
'hen I preach on the subject, my peo
le listen in a half amused manner, as
I were a theorist giving out ideas
iat will not-work in the practical busi
ass world. There are not a dozen peo
le in my whole parish who give one
,nth of their income to the religious
ork of the world."
"How large is your church?" Gordon
ked. He was growing exceedingly
terested in Falmouth's monologue,
)r the minister had talked on as if
"We have 970 names on the church
>ll. There are seventy-two absentees.
ver 000 resident members. There are
renty-five men in the church worth
-er $50,000, if their returns to the tax
sessor are true. We raise for all
mrch, missionary and benevolent pur
ses, incliing my salary, which is
~,500, the sum of $13,000 annually.
e pay a quartet choir $2,000 a year.
e pay an organist $000. The flower
~mmittee paid $1,700 last year for
>wers and decorations in the church.
t least a dozen women in the church
ent $500 apiece on floi'ers and deco
tions in the church. At least a
zen women in the church spent $500
piece on flowers and decorations in
eir homes for reccptions and parties
ad gave less than $10 apiece to city
issions. This sounds like a sordid
ad gossipy string of details, Gordon.
ut I am reminded of an extract from
ae of Starr King's essays.
"'Over against ev'ery prominent al
wance for a personal luxury the
destial record bock ought to show
me entry in favor of the cause of
modness and suffering humanity. For
ery guinea that goes into a theater
Smuseum there ought to be some
vin guinea pledged for a truth or fly.
ig on some errand of mercy in a city
crowded with misery as this. Then
'e have a right to our amusements.
therwise we have no right to them,
at are liable every moment to im
achment in- the court of righteous
ess and charity for our treachery to
aaven and our race;'
"Rather strong, eh? But not too
ong when you consider that the
trth is the Lord's; the gold, the silver,
e time, are all his. And when I look
rer my list of church members and
ien read the society or business col
ins, which tell of their uses of mon
7 for luxury and amusement, is it any
onder that I ask, 'Where is the Chris
an discipleship that gives so out of
coportion to its own gratification coin
ared with its duty to great causes
ud social needs?' Lowell's verse
"God bends from out the deep and says:
' gave thee of my seed to sow;^
Bringest thou me my hundredfold?'
Can I look up with face aglow
And answer, 'Father, here is gold?' "
','I am afraid the celestial record book
'll not 1show a very heavy deposit on
2e part of the luxury loving Chris
ans of this day and generation."
"Then you consider that one of the
idictents against the church af' to
y?" Gordon asked as Falmouth
ised his head and sorrowfully gazed
t a picture of the crucifixion that
ung over his desk.
"Yes, that andI a lack of willingness
bear personal twurdens, to carry
osses, to walk humbly, to apply
asus' teaching to business, polities and
iusements. There is a striking in
nsistency between thedhurch mem
ers' vows and their daily lives, espe
ally in the business and money mak
ig world. The Christians in our
aurches are not making their money
they ought, many of them, and they
e not giving a tenth part as much as
ey ought to help God's kingdom."
"That is a sweeping charge, Mr. Fal
outh. Yet you remain in the church
ad continue to preach and act under
" love the church," Falmouth spoke
owly, again sinking into reverie. "My
ither and his were ministers. My
other is a saint if there -ever was
ae, and her heart would almost break
she heard what I have said today, for
e believes the church is God's leaven
i a sinful world. So do I, but I see Its
eed of regenerative cleansing so clear
that I am torn between remaining
'here I am to preach the truth from
ie inside and going out to do my work
part from the church as an institution.
et where shall I go? There are no
her institutions that are more Christ
ke than thme church. The labor orders
ce as selfish as the church. The or
anizations that do not profess any re
giou~s creed are no more hopeful places
tr a man to stand than. the place
wihere 1 am now. I -could lena a very
quiet, easy life here if I were content
to go softly in and out, preach sermons
that would satisfy the intellectual or
msthetic demands of my congregation
and let these problems of humanity
alone. But, Gordon"--he turned his
face to the visitor, and the intense pas
sion of the man shone through the
habitual gravity and !ulture that oth
erwise distinguished him-"I am, un
happily, shall I say?-no, providentially
-caught up in the social whirlwind of
the age, and I cannot-I cannot let these
Questions rest. Woe is me if I preach
not a whole gospel! And in order to
preach it I must go the entire length
of proclaiming Christ's Golden Rule
and'self denying discipleship, knowing
fully that my people will grow restless
under it, knowing that they are not
willing to take up the cross daily in
order to follow their Master. And yet
there is a faithful handful. There are
some who have not bowed the knee to
Mammon. Perhaps more than I have
known. God forgive me if I have been
unjvsc or erred in my judgment of the
church in this age."
Gordon did not venture to break the
silence that followed. When Falmouth
again raised his head, he said, with a
"I envy you, Gordon. I would al
most like to change places with you.
You seem to be doing work that needs
to be done. You are doing things. I
am writing about them. Some day"
He stopped abruptly and then asked:
"If you were in my place, what
course would you take with the mon
eyed business men in this church to
touch them with a sense of their re
sponsibility and privilege as stewards
of God's wealth?"
Gordon answered instantly:
"Get as many of them as possible to
go down into Bowen street and see
how the other half lives."
Falmouth's eyes gleamed.
"I doubt if they will go. I'll try it
I have never been there myself. But
I see your point You think the men
and women of this city do not know
the facts. You think a knowledge of
the facts would teach them to do some
"Not necessarily. But the cultured,
wealthy people in our churches as a
rule know absolutely nothing from per
sonal knowledge of the horrors of city
life. They never go outside the little
circle of the respectable, comfortable
and in many cases luxurious conditions
into which they were born. I am con
vinced that if 500 of the best business
men in the churches of this city could
see the things I have seen within the
last two weeks, and know the facts
that every resident in Hope House
knows like the alphabet, the present
awful wrongs would not be permitted
in the city. The Christ method- was
personal familiarity with sinful con
ditions. He was a Saviour because he
himself knew the sinner. The weak
ness of the church lies in the fact that
It has dropped out so largely the per
sonal factor and exists too much for
its own religious life In Its elaborate
church services, which in so many
cases have no other meanning than
pride and vainglory of the partici
pants. But I forget myself." Gordon
smiled sadly. "I am not fit to criti
else the church-I who for so many
years dishonored her with lip service
and formal worship."
"You have as much right to criticise
her as any Christian if you do it in the
right spirit;" Falmouth said gently.
Then he added, "Let us have a prayer
together before you go. We need to
ask forgiveness for many things and
wisdom for everything."
So the two men kneeled while the
minister prayed. It was a good, strong,
sturdy prayer that did John Gordon
ood. There was no whining, no cant,
so complaining. An honest heart plea
for more strength, more toleration,
more faith, more love, more patience,
and Gordon, after a hearty handshake,
went out and back to Hope House,
where he had agreed to meet Falmouth
and the singers a little before 3 o'clock.
At 3 o'clock Bowen street was fully~
aware.- that something unusual wasi
taking'place. A "funeral" In Bowen'
street was as a rule an informal affair
in which the immediate neighbors were
apathetically interested. But this af
air of -the deformed Louie Caylor
promised unusual developments. Word
bad gone around that Tommy Randall
had been temporarily "downed" in a
"set to" with one of the gents from
Eope House, but that before the funer
a was over he would be on top of the
pile, so to speak, and everybody satis
ed. So B3owen street poured into the
cout of No. 91 and choked the narrow
stairways and back yards commanding
a possible view of the funeral party.
When John Gordon, Falmouth and
the quartet turned into the court off
the street, the amazement of the dif
ferent members of the choir had given
way to an expression of disgust in
gled with actual fear.
"For pity's sake, Mr. Falmouth,
where are you taking us?" excaimed
the tenor, a distinguished looking mary,
well known in musical circles as a
growing singer at fashionable recep
tions. The soprano, a young woman of
some beauty, and the alto, a little older,
but a woman of real strength of ex
pression, drew closer together as the
miscellaneous crowd of Bowen street
pressed nearer and the real horror of
the place- began to make itself felt.
The gentleman who sang bass was
with John Gordon and was looking at
him with a look of intense indignation,
as if he were the real cause of bringing
the party into the place.
"Do you wish to go back? You can
if you wish," Falmouth said quietly.
"No, no; but this is horrible. It is
past all belief. Is It safe for the ladies?
Willi they be able"
"Perfectly safe, ladies," John Gordon
spoke with a touch of grimness. "Peo
ple are born and live and die here.
Safe enough, I assure you."
He led the way promptly, asking the
people to give them room. How the
luartet ever lived to get up that stair
2ase where Mr. Marsh nearly fainted
so one can tell except themselves. The
soprano said afterward that it was a
miracle that any of them ever came.
>ut of it alive. And her indignation at
the Rev. Paul Falmnouthi was so deep
that nothing but financial considera
tions could induce her to sing in the
Rev. almouth's church again.
The corridor in Lront of Mrs. Caylor's
was packed almost solid with un
washed humanity, although everybody
was dressed in the best garments he
ossessed. Tommy Randall was on
innd as general manager. He was ob
sequious and even seemingly fawning
o the Rev. Paul Falmoiuth. He spoke
;ood naturedly to Gordon and gave
verybody the impression that the
whole arrangement was of his own
planning. And in fact that night when
Gordon ran over all the incidents of
that remarkable day he almost smiled
to think that Tommy Randall had
scored a triumph with Louie's funeral
is the background.
The quartet sat out in the corridor,
a~nd, the minister stood in the doorway
where he could be heard by the crowd
z +t enom~rs and outside. The threI
rooms were jammed with a promiscu
ous mob that was packed into every
aonceivable corner and left the under
aker and Tommy Randall merely room
enough to squeeze themselves in close
up by the coffin. Gordon was assigned
a place by Mrs. Caylor. Out on the
roofs that commanded a view of the
minister and the singers a motley
rowd of children, boys, young men
and old women and babies was clus
tered in various degrees of more or less
noisy interest, which quieted down to
in intense stillness when the quartet
rose to sing the first selection.
The singers had evidently made up
their minds to -make the best of - a
very bad situation. They were tech
nically skillful, and from a variety
of reasons they sang with a power
that probably astonished themselves.
The unwonted surroundings, the very
squalor and inhuman aspect of every
repulsive physical thing, the staring
white faces that grow up in tenement
atmosphere until they become types
that can be fitted on to any other tene
ment house grown person, all this act
ed with a definite measure of excite
ment upon the quartet, and as a mat
ter of fact Rev. Paul Falmouth said to
imself he had never heard them sing
with more expression or real feeling
on any occasion.
When the song ceased, a sigh went
p through the rooms, and out on the
roofs a movement could be heard that
was like applause. Falmouth stood up
and began to talk. ,e was not at all
afraid or seemingly conscious of his
unusual situation. He talked of eter
nal life, how it -began, what It was
worth, how it could be distinguished
from physical life.
The people understood him. Mrs.
Caylor, who had sobbed' all through
the singing, was perfectly quiet while
Falmouth talked and afterward, when
he prayed for her and for all mothers
who had lost ejildren.
Then the' quartet sang again. When
they ended, there was unmistakable
pplause from the roofs. The soprano
turned red, the alto looked confused,
the tenor scowled and the bass seemed
uncertain whether to smile or frown.
Gordon came to the rescue by risilig
and helping Mrs. Caylor as she took a
last look at the poor figure in the coffin.
She shrieked and fung up her arms
until the undertaker somewhat rough
ly, but, as Gordon knew afterward,
with no real intention of being so,
thrust the sliding cover of the coffin
up in its groove, covering the body
from sight Tommy Randall took one
end of the coffin, the undertaker took
the other end, and the brief procession
made its way unceremoniously out of
the room and down to the wagon
which was in waiting on Bowen street
Falmouth went in and spoke a few
words of comfort to the mother, who
seemed, now that it was all over, to
have resigned herself to her usual apd
thy. When the minister came out, Gor
don and the singers were grouped to
gether watching the crowd disperse
from the roofs and back staircases, so
as to get out on the street and see the
coffin loaded into the wigon.
"This is horrible-horrible! Let us get
out as soon as possible!" the soprano
murmured. She was holding a fine
scented handkerchief to her fade. The
smoke from the chimneys of the house
below was drifting in heavy masses
up through the corridor and into the
rooms of all the apartments that open
ed on it as the only outlet
"First time I ever heard applause at
a funeral," the tenor muttered, speak
ing partly to Gordon. Gordon looked at
the singer quietly and simply said:
"How many of the people ever heard
first class music? Did you ever think
there is more than one kind of hun
They all went down the stairway to
gether, as they had come up, Gordon
as before leading the way. Going down
the alto said: "But this is simply awful.
How can human beings live in such
"They don't live," Gordon said, ex
actly as he had said to Mr. Marsh. "Be
are,ful of that step. The stairs are un
usually clean-today. I think Mr. Ran
dall is responsible for that I never saw
the corridor so clean as it was today."
"Clean!" the soprano gasped. "I shall
never be able to wear this dress again.
This is the most fearfully awful place
I was ever in."
Gordon did not say anything until
they were all down and out of the
court into Bowen street again. Then he
turned to the soprano.
"Would you and the rest of the quar
tet be willing to come down to Hope
House some time this fall and take
part in a free concert in the new ball?"
"I-I--don't know," the soprano look
ed doubtfully at the other singers.
"I think I could come," the alto said
a little hesitatingly.
"Don't believe I could manage.
Haven't time," the tenor answered
Gordon shut up like a new knife and
did not say another, word until the
party was back at Hope House. When
they went out to get the car that went
by at the next block, Falmouth said to
Gordon: "Don't get discouraged. But
oh, my God, what human misery, Gor
don, you social settlement people al
ways have to look at! It seems to me
the sight would drive you mad after
awhile- The utter hopelessness of it is
enough to kill the heart of a giant"
"God is not dead," Gordon answered.
He shook hands all around and thanked
Falmouth and the singers, feeling a lit
tle ashamed of his curt silence at the
tenor's refusal to accept his invitation.
Falmouth promised to come down soon
and take tea at Hope House and parted
with Gordon under the Impression that
the afternoon's experience had brought
them some closer together.
Howy little any one of us reckons on
he changes that come into all our plans
by the accidents of life, and yet how
many great events owe their greatness
to apparent trifles that,are called acci
ents for want of a better name.
Gordon had gone up to see David
Barton that same evening. Barton had
greeted him cheerfully and again as
tonished him by his appearance- They
iad lingered long -over their evening
talk, and Gordon had interested Barton
tremendously in his account of the
eeting with Tommy Randall.
"You scored on him," Barton chuc
"I don't know. He is deep in certain
irections. But I will know the secret
f his hold. In fact, I think I have it
ilready. He will never best me," Gor
Ion answered firmly, but modestly.
They sat on, postponing bedtime until
e clocks struck 12.
"Time to put the cough on the shelf,"
Barton said. He had not had aspell all
:he evening, to Gordon's relief.
Gordon went into his room, which
sad windows commanding a view of
the lower part of the city.
He came back instantly and called
"Cme here! Loo1;! Isn't that a
fre over near the end of Bowen street,
"Right you are!'' Barton exclaimed
uickly. "The Moss street cars will
t-ake nwithin a block,. Let's go."
"DavcIayoU ougur-not to risr
"Risk nothing! What's a day or two
more or less! Come!"
Gordon put on his hat Barton threw
)n a light overcoat, though the evening
was not cold, and they went down as
rast as possible. As they passed out
nto the Boulevard and ran over to
the next corner to get the first car a
ane mist svept into their faces. Be
Core the car came the mist had changed
to a drizzling rain and a breeze had
"You ought not to have come," Gor
don said again.
"Don't give me away to my cough.
Let's fool it as long as possible," Bar
ton said, with a grin.
They left the car where it crossed
Bowen street and ran down toward
the place. - People were running in
from all the side streets.
"It's No. 91, Mr. Marsh's double
decker!" Gordon panted as they drew
Barton did :not answer. He was
breathing painfully, but did not slack
en his pace. In college he had been
the prize winner for the half mile.
The department had stretched a cor
on across the street, but the mob dis
regarded it Flames were pouring out
of the -basement windows of No. 91,
where the bakery was. The wind was
"See there!" cried Barton suddenly.
He pointed to the upper story of the
double decker. A child had come to
the window. She held out a younger
child in her arms. For a second she
stood there in plain view of the crowd
In the street, and then she disappeared.
In another moment she came to the
"Look! Look!" a hundred voices
called out Up through the central air
shaft sixty feet above the court a
tongue of flame leaped. The next in
stant out of every window except the
row fronting on the street with a rush
and .a roar.the fire broke, rattling the
glass to the ground and licking the
whole structure around with hungry,
greedy, long anticipated delight
The child with her burden of the
ounger child again appeared at one
f the top windows. The crowd roared.
A. wagon tore around the corner. Lad
ers rattled as they were pulled out.
- "They will be too late. They can't
save her!" Barton groaned. The whole
treet was now bright as noon. The
:hild did not cry. She stood there, her
mle face looking down, her arms clasp-'r.
mg the little figure tighter to her body.
(TO BE CONTINUED-]
RAILROAD MEN'S -WATHES
They Must Be Good Ones ami eg
kIrly Compared an=d Inspected.
A man with smoke ground into his
hands and face walked into one of the
downtown jewelry stores and handed
over a big gold watch and a eard. The
repaii man looked at the watch, -made
some queer marks on the card and
banded both , back. - And thev'man
walked out of the store.
"Didn't know you sell on the install
ment plan," suggested the inquisitive
"Don't,"1. was the laconic response,
and then the jeweler explained. "The
man is a locomotive fireman, and his
watch was being compared. You see,
Lt is absolutely necessary that railroad
watches keep good time, 'and the mat
ter of making them keep good time has
"The firemen, engineers, conductors,
rear brakemen and train masters on all
f the roads in this country have or
ers to have their watches'-compared
twice a month and Irispected every six
months. On some .roads nearly .all 'Of
the employees are slipposed,to go.
through this same routine.
"When a watch is bought by any -of
these men, It must be passed upon by
the jeweler who has-been appointed in
spector for the road that the purchaser
serves. It must be a good watch, cost
ig about $35 for the works :lone, for
the rattle and jolt of a train would se
iously affect a cheap watch,' but it
may be of any make, provided it comes
op- to the standard. Stop watches,
watches that tell the day of the week
and such complicated novelties are
barred. A lIey winder is not accepta
ble, nor is a watch that has been
aned from a hunting case to an
open face. An open faced watch is
preferred, though a good hunting case
watch Is not turned down on .the ma
4After the inspector has passed fa
vorably upon the watch he makes out
. slip to that effect and returns the
watch to the railroader, along with the
Indorsing slip and a small card. On
this card are a number of ruled- spaces.
Twice a month the railroader brings
bis watch and card to the inspector,
who notes on ,the card whether .the- -
watch was fast rr slow and how much,
whether it has stopped or run down
and whether or not he regulated it In
this manner the inspector can tell just
what the watch is doing and what it
"At the end of each six months the
watch and the card are taken to the
inspector, who makes a more careful
exmintion of the watch, issues a new
card to the railroader and sends in the
old cara, to the headquarters of the road
for which the man works. A duplicate
of these cardseis kept in _a book by the
"The railroad watches that are most
closely watched by the inspectors' are
those that are carried by engineers and
firemen on those locomotives that are
fitted with electric headlights on ac
count of the danger of their becoming
magnetized. This danger is realized by
engineers, and many of them leave
their watches in the cab while working
about the headlight" -Indianapolis
A Mlodern Analna
Mrs. ~Mateland-Henry, I wonder if
ron love me as much as you used to
ove me before we were married. You
iever say the pretty things to me that
rou did in those days.
Mr. Mateland-That's because I love
rou more than I did then, dear. I love
ron too much now to lie to you, you'
Was Economically Inclined.
Wantanno-And is your friend strong
the faculty .known as "saving com
Duzno-Remarkably so. When it
omes to saving common sense,' he is a
regular miser. I never knew him to
use a particle of it in my life.-Balti
If you argue with a fool, he will get
the best of you. Theories in the hands
of a fool are always stronger than facts
in the hands of a man of sense.-Atchi
Formosa is a country where a man
must have a .iceense before he is al
[owed to smoke opium.
There is no vice which mankind car
ries to such wild extremes as that (of