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tin.crushed as her natural gifts prom
ised, and she felt confident that when
the present unusual religious excite
ment in the First church had passed
away Rachel would go on with her
public lile according to the wishes of
the family. She was totally unprepared
for Rachel's next remark.
"What? Something that will serve
mankind where it most needs the serv
ice of song. Mother, I have made up
my mind to use my voice in some way
Bo as to satisfy my soul that I am doing
something better than pleasing fashion
able audiences or making money or even
gratifying my own love of singing. I am
going to do something that will satisfy
me when I ask, 'What would Jesus
do and I am not satisfied and cannot
be when I think of myself as singing
myself into the career of a concert com
pany performer."
Rachel spoke with a vigor and ear
nestness that surprised her mother. Mrs.
Winslow was angry now, and she never
tried to conceal her feelings.
"It is simply absurd! Rachel, you
area fanatic I What can you dot"
"The world has been served by men
and women who have given it other
tilings that were gills. Why should I,
because I am blessed with a natural
gift, at once proceed to put a market
price on it and make all the money I
can out of it You know, mother, that
you have taught me to think of a mu
sical career always in the light of a
financial and social success. I have been
"unable since I made my promise two
weeks ago to imagine Jesus joining a
concert company to do what I would
do and live the life I would have to live
if I joined it."
Mrs. Winslow rose and then sat down
again. With a great effort she com
posed herself.
"What do you intend to do. then?
You have not answered my question."
"I shall continue to sing for the time
being in the church. I am pledged to
sing there through spring. During the
week I am going to sing at the White
Cross meetings down in the Rectangle.
"What I Rachel Winslow I Do you
know what you are saying? Do
know what sort of people those
down theie?"
you
tire
her
Rachel almost quailed before
mother. For a moment she shrank back
and was silent.
"I know very well. That is the rea
son I am going. Mr. and Mrs. Gray
have been working there several weeks.
I learned only this morning that they
wanted singers from the churches to
help them in their meetings. They use
a tent. It is in a part of the city where
Christian work is most needed. I shall
offer them my help. Mother," Rachel
cried out with the first passionate ut
terance she had yet used, "I want to do
something that will cost me something
in the way of sacrifice. I know you will
not understand ma But I am hungry
to suffer something. What have we
done all our lives for the suffering, sin
ning side of Raymond? How much
have we denied ourselves or given of
our personal ease and pleasure to bless
the place in which we live or imitate
the life of the Saviour of the world
Are we always to go on doing as so
ciety selfishly dictates, moving on its
narrow little round of pleasures and
entertainments and never knowing the
pain of things that cost?"
"Are yon preaching at me?" asked
Mrs. Winslow slowly. Rachel under
itood her mother's words.
"No I am preaching at myself," she
[replied gently. She paused a moment
as if she thought her mother would say
something nioro and then went out of
the room. When she reached her own
room, she felt that, so far as her moth
er was concerned, she could expect no
sympathy or even a fair understanding
from her
She kneeled down. It is safe to say
that within the two weeks since Henry
Maxwell church had faced that shab
by figure with the faded hat more mem
bers ot his parish had been driven to
their knees in prayer than during all
the previous term of his pastorate.
When she rose, her beautiful face
was wet with tears. She eat thought
fully a little while and then wrote a
note to Virginia Page. She sent it to
her by a messenger and then went down
stairs again and told her mother that
she and Virginia were going down to
the Rectangle that evening to see Mr
and Mrs. Gray, the evangelists.
"Virginia's uncle, Dr. West, will go
with us it she goes. I have asked her to
call him up by telephone and go with
us. The doctor is a friend of the Grays
and attended some of the meetings last
winter."
Mrs. Winslow did not say anything.
Her manner showed her complete dis
approval of Rachel's course, and Rachel
felt her unspoken bitterness.
About 7 o'clock the doctor and Vir
ginia appeared, and together the three
started tor the scene of the White Cross
meetings.
The Rectangle was the most notori
ous district in all Raymond. It was in
the territory close by the great railroad
shops and the packing houses. The slum
and tenement district of Raymond con
gested its most wretched elements about
the Rectangle. This was a barren field
used in the summer by circus com
panies and wandering showmen. It
was shut in by rows of saloons, gam
bling hells and cheap, dirty boarding
and lodging houses.
The First church of Raymond had
never touched the Rectangle problem
It was too dirty, too coarse, too sinful,
too awtul, for closo contact. Let us be
honest. There had been an attempt to
cleanse this sore spot by sending down
an occasional committee of singers, of
Sunday school teachers or gospel vis
itors from various churches, but the
church ot Raymond as an institution
had never really done anything to make
the Rectangle any less a stronghold of
the devil as the years went by.
Into this heart of tho coarse part of
the sin of Raymond tho traveling evan
gelist and his brave little wife had
pitched a good sized tent and begun
meetings. It was the spring of the year,
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It was after 8 o'clock when Alexan
der Powers opened the door of his office
and started to go home. He was going
to take a car at the corner of the Rec
tangle. but as he neared it he was
aroused by a voice coming from the
tent
It was the voice of Rachel Winslow
It struck through his consciousness of
struggle over his own question that had
sent him into the Divine presence for
an answer. He had not yet reached a
conclusion. He was troubled with un
certainty His whole previous course o!
action as a railroad man was the poor
est possible preparation for anything
sacrificial, and he could not yet say
what he would do in the matter.
Hark 1 What was she einging How
did Rachel Winslow happen to be down
here? Several windows near by went
up. Some men quarreling in a saloon
stopped and listened. Other figures
were walking rapidly in tho direction
of the Rectangle and the tent.
Surely Rachel Winslow never was
happier in her life. She never had sung
•like that in the First church. It was a
marvelous voice. What was it she was
singing? Again Alexander Powers, su
perintendent of the machine shops,
paused and listened.
The brutal, stolid, coarse, impure life
of the Rectangle stirred itself int® new
life as the song, as pure as the sur
roundings were vile, floated out into
saloon and den and foul lodging. Some
one stumbling hastily by Alexander
Powers said in answer to a question:
"The tent's beginning to run over to
night That's what the talent calls
music, eh?"
The superintendent turned toward
the tent. Then he stopped, and after a
moment of indecision he went on to the
corner and took the car for his home,
but before he was out of the sound of
Rachel's voice he knew that he had set
tled for himself the question of what
Jesus would do.
CHAPTER IV.
If any man would come after me, let him deny
himself and take up his cross daily and follow
me.
Henry Maxwell paced his study back
and forth. It was Wednesday, and he
had started to think out the subject of
his evening service which fell upon that
night.
Out of one of his study windows he
could see the tall chimneys of the rail
road shops. The top of the evangelist's
tent just allowed over the buildings
around the Rectangle.
The pastor of the First church looked
out of this window every time he turned
in his walk. After awhile he sat down
at his desk and drew a large piece of
paper toward him.
After thinking several moments he
wrote in large letters the following
"A NUMRKK OF THINGS THAT JESUS WOULD
PROBABLY DO IN THIS PARISH.
"1. Live in a simple, plain manner,
without needless luxury on the one
hand or undue asceticism on the other.
"2. Preach fearlessly to the hypo
crites in the church, no matter what
their social importance or wealth.
"3. Show in some practical form
sympathy and love for tho common peo
ple as well as for the well to do, edu
cated, refined people who make up tho
majority of the church and parish.
"4. Identify himself with the great
causes of humanity in somo personal
way that would call for self denial and
suffering.
"5. Preach against the saloon in
Raymond.
"6. Become known as a friend and
companion of the sinful people in the
Rectangle.
"7. Give up the summer trip to Eu
rope this year. I have been abroad
twice and cannot claim any special
need of rest. I am well and could forego
this pleasure, using the money for some
one who needs a vacation more than I
do. There are probably plenty of such
people in the city.
"8. What else would Jesus do as
Henry Maxwell?"
He was conscious, with a humility
that once was a stranger to him, that
his outline of Jesus' probable action
was painfully lacking in depth and
power, but he was seeking carefully for
concrete shapes into which he might
cast his thought of Jesus' conduct.
Nearly every point he had put down
meant for him a complete overturning
of the custom and habit of years in the
ministry In spite of that, ho still
searched deeper for sources of tho
Christlike spirit. He did not attempt to
write any more, but sat at his desk ab
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and the evenings were beginning to be
pleasant The evangelists had asked for
the help of Christian people and had
received more than the usual amount
of encouragement, but they felt 2, great
need of more and better music. During
the meetings on the Sunday just gone
the assistant at the organ had been
taken ill. The volunteers from the city
were few and the voices of ordinary
quality
'There will be a small meeting to
night, John. said his wife as they en
tered the tent a little after 7 o'clock
and began to arrange the chairs and
light up.
"Yes: I think so. Mr. Gray was a
small, energetic man. with a pleasant
Voice and the courage of a highborn
fighter He had already made friends
in the neighborhood, and one of his
converts, a heavy faced man. who had
just come in, began to help in the ar
rangement of t?:,9 seats.
"Whore ho leads me I will follow,
Where he leads me 1 will follow,
Whero he leads me I will follow.
I'll go with him, with him all the way."
in his attempt to catch more and
more of the spirit of Jesus in his own
life. He had forgotten the particular
subject for his prayer meeting with
which he had begun his morning study
He was so absorbed over his thought
that he did not1 the bell ring, and
he was ronspd by the servant, who an
nounced a caller. He had sent up his
name—Mr. Gray. Maxwell stepped to
the head of the stairs and asked Gray
to come up.
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Gray thanked him earnestly and rose
to go.
"Won't you stay a minute. Gray,
and let us have a prayer together?"
"Yes." said Gray simply.
So the two men kneeled together in
the study Mr. Maxwell prayed like a
child. Gray was touched to tears as he
kneeled there. There was something al
most pitiful in the way this man, who
had lived his ministerial life in such a
narrow limit of exercise, now begged
for wisdom and strength to speak a
message to the people in the Rectangle.
Gray rose and held out his hand.
"God bless you, Mr. Maxwell. I'm
sure the Spirit will give you power to
night."
Henry Maxwell made no answer. He
did not even trust himself to say that
he hoped so, but he thought of his
promise, and it brought a certain peace
that was refreshing to his heart and
mind alike.
So that is how it came about that
when the Fir: church audience came
into the lecture room that evening it
was met with another surprise.
There was an unusually large num
ber present The prayer meetings ever
since that remarkable Sunday morning
had been attended as never before in
the history of the First church.
Henry Maxwell came at once to the
point He spoke of Gray's work and of
his request.
"I feel as if I were called to go down
there tonight, and I will leave it with
you to say whether you will go on with
the meeting here. I think perhaps the
best plan would be for a few volunteers
to go down to the Rectangle with me,
prepared to help in the after meeting,
and the rest remain here and pray that
the Spirit's power may go with us."
So half a dozen of the men went with
Henry Maxwell, and the rest of the au
dience staid in the lecture room. Max
well could not escape the thought as he
left the room that probably in his entire
church membership there might not be
When he and his little company of
volunteers reached the Rectangle, the
tent was already crowded. Tliey had
difficulty in getting to the little plat
form. Rachel was there, with Virginia
and Jasper Chase, who had come in
stead of the doctor tonight
When the meeting began with a song
in which Rachel sang the solo and the
people were asked to join in the chorus,
not a foot of standing room was left in
til':* tent. The night was mild, and the
shies of the tent were up, and a great
border of faces stretched around, look
ing in and forming part of the audience.
After the singing and a prayer by
one of tho city pastors who were present
Gray stated the reasons for his inability
to speak and in his simple manner
turned the service over to "Brother
Maxwell of the First church."
"Who's de bloke?" asked a hoarse
voice near the outside of the tent.
"De Fust church parson. We've got
do whole high tone swell outfit to
night.
"Did you say Fust church? I know
him. My landlord has got a front pew
up there," said another voice, and tliero
was a laugh, for the speaker was a sa
loon keeper.
"T'rowout de life line 'cross de dark
wave I" began a drunken man near by,
singing in such an unconscious imita
tion of a local traveling singer's nasal
tone that roars of laughter and jeers of
approval rose around him. The people
in the tent turned in the direction of
tho disturbance. There were shouts of
"Put him out!" "Givethe Fust church
a chance!" "Song, song I Give us an
other song!"
Henry Maxwell stood up, and a great
wave of actual terror went over him.
This was not like preaching to the well
dressed, respectable, good mannered
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"We can talk better up here."
So Gray came up and stated the rea
son for his calL
"I want you, Mr. Maxwell, to help
me. Of course you have heard what a
wonderful meeting we had Monday
night and last night. Miss Winslow
has done more with her voice than I
could, and the tent won't hold the peo
ple.
"I've heard of that It's the first
time the people there have heard her
It's no wonder they are attracted."
"It has been a wonderful revelation
to us and a most encouraging event in
our work. But I came to ask if you
could not come down tonight and
preach. I am suffering with a severe
cold. I do not dare to trust my voice
again. I know it is asking a good deal
for such a busy man, but if you can't
come say so freely, and I'll try some
where else."
"I'm sorry, but it's my regular prayer
meeting night, "said Henry Maxwell
Then he flushed and added: "I shall be
able to arrange it in some way so as to
come down. You can count on me."
THE DENISON REVIEW, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1899.
The song was over. Henry Maxwell
rose again. This time he felt calm
What would Jesus do? He spoke as he
thought once he never could. Who were
these people? They were immortal
souls. What was Christianity A call
ing of sinners, not the righteous, to re
I pentance. How would Jesus speak?
found a score of disciples who were for lost time, started in with vigor on
capable of doing work that would suc
cessfully lead needy, sinful men into
the knowledge of Christ. The thought
did not linger in his mind to vex him
as he went on his way, but it was sim
ply a part of his whole new conception
of the meaning of Christian disciple
ship.
It was Rachel's opportunity, and she
was fully equal to it. Virginia was at
the organ, and Rachel asked her to play
a few notes of tho hymn:
Saviour, 1 follow on,
Guided by thee,
Seeing not yet the hand
people on the boulevard He began to that The News no longer printed ac
speak, but tho confusion increased,
Gray went down into the crowd, but
did not seem able to quiet it. Henry
Maxwell raised his arm and bis voice.
The crowd in the tent began to pay
some attention, but the noise on the
outside increased. In a few minutes the
audience was beyond Maxwell's control
Ho turned to Rachel with a sad smile.
"Sing something, Miss Winslow.
They will listen to yon," he said and
then sat down and put his face in liis
hands.
That leadeth me.
Hushed be my heart and still
Four 1 no further ill
Only to meet thy will
My will fchall be.
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What would he say He could not tell
all that his message would include, but
he felt sure of a part of it, and in that
certainty he spoke on. Never before
had he felt "compassion for the multi
tude." What had the multitude been
to him during his ten years in the First
church but a vague, dangerous, dirty,
troublesome factor in society, outside
of the church and his reach an element
that caused him occasionally an un
pleasant feeling of conscience a factor
in Raymond that was tallied about at
associations as the "masses" in papers
written by the brethren ii: attempts to
show why the "masses" were not being
reached. But tonight as he faced the
"masses" he asked himself whether,
after all, this was not just about such
a multitude as Jesus faced oftenest, and
he felt the genuine emotion of love for
a crowd which is one of the best indi
cations a preacher ever has that he is
living close to the heart of the world's
eternal life. It is easy to love an indi
vidual sinner, especially if he is person
ally picturesque or interesting. To love
a multitude of sinners is distinctly a
Christlike quality.
When the meeting closed, there was
no special interest shown. The people
rapidly melted away from the tent, and
the saloons, which had been experienc
ing a dull season while the meetings
progressed, again drove a thriving
trade. The Rectangle, as if to make up
its usual night life of debauch. Henry
Maxwell and his little party, including
Virginia, Rachel and Jasper Chase,
walked down past the row of saloons
and dens until they reached the corner
where the cars passed.
"This is a terrible spot," said Henry
Maxwell as they stood waiting for their
car. "I never realized that Raymond
had such a festering sore. It does not
seem possible that this is a city full of
Christian disciples."
He paused and then continued:
"Do you think any one can ever re
move this great curse of the saloon
Why don't we all act together agaiiist
the traffic? What would Jesus do?
Would he keep silent? Would he vote
to license these causes of crime and
death?"
Henry Maxwell was talking to him
self more th:\n to the others. He re
membered that he had always voted for
license, and so had nearly all of his
cliurcli members. What would Jesus
do? Could he answer that question?
Would Jesus preach and act again.it the
6aloon if he lived today? How would
he preach and act? Suppose it was not
popular to preach against license. Sup
pose the Christian people thought it
was all that could be done—to license
the evil, and so get revenue from a nec
essary sin. Or suppose the church mem
bers owned property where tho saloons
stood. What then? He knew that theso
were the facts in Raymond. What
would Jesus do?
He went up into his study the next
morning with that question only partly
answered. He thought of it all day. He
was still thinking of it and reaching
certain real conclusions when Tho
Evening News came. His wife brought
it up and sat down a few minutes while
he read it to her.
The Evening News was at present
the most sensational paper in Raymond.
That is to say. it was being edited in
such a remarkable fashion that its sub
scribers had never been so excited over
a newspaper before. First they had no
ticed tho absence of the prizefight, and
gradually it began to dawn upon them
counts of crime with detailed descrip
tions or scandals in private life. Then
they noticed that tho advertisements of
liquor and tobacco were being dropped,
together with certain other advertise
ments of a questionable character. Tho
discontinuance of tho Sunday paper
caused the gnatest comment of all, and
now the character of the editorials was
creating the greatest excitement. A
quotation from the Monday paper of
this week ill show what Edward Nor
man was doing to keep his promise
Tho editorial was headed:
"TUB MORAL SIDK OP POLITICAL QUES
TIONS.
"Tho editor of The News has always
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Rachel had not sung the first line be
fore the people in the tent were all
turned toward her, hushed and rever
ent. Before she had finished the verse
the Rectangle was subdued and tamed.
It lay like some wild beast at her feet,
and she sang it into harmlessness. Ah!
What were the flippant, perfumed,
critical audiences in concert halls com
pared with this dirty, drunken, impure,
degraded, besotted humanity that trem
bled and wept and grew strangely, sad
ly thoughtful under the touch of the
divine ministry of this beautiful young
woman Henry Maxwell as he raised
his head and saw the transformed mob
had a glimpse of something that Jesus
would probably do with a voice like
Rachel Winslow's. Jasper Chase sat
with his eyes on the singer, and his
greatest longing as an ambitious author
was swallowed up in the thought of
what Rachel Winslow's love might
some time mean to him. And over in
the shadow outside stood the last person
I any one might have expected to see at
a gospel tent service, Rollin Page, who,
jostled on every side by rough men and
women, who stared at the swell in the
fine clothes, seemed careless of his sur
roundings and at the same time evi
dently swayed by tho power that Rachel
possessed. He had just come over from
tho club Neither Rachel nor Virginia
saw him that niH-lit.
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advocated the principles of the rea
political party at present in power and
has therefore discussed all pol tical
questions from a standpoint of expedi
ency or of belief in the party as onoosed I
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to other organizations. Hereafter, to
be perfectly honest with all our read
ers, the editor will present and discuss
political questions from the standpoint
of right and wrong. In other words,
the first question will not be, 'Is it in
the interest of our party or 'Is it ac
cording to the principles laid down by
the party but the question first asked
will be, 'Is this measure in accordance
with the spirit and teachings of Jesus
as the author of the greatest standard
of life known to men That is, to be
perfectly plain, the moral side of every
political question will be considered, its
most important side, and the ground
will be distinctly taken that nations as
well as individuals are under the same
law to do all things to the glory of God
as the first rule of action.
"The same principle will be observed
in this office toward candidates for
places of responsibility and trust in the
republic. Regardless of party politics,
Henry Maxwell suddenly paused. His
wife looked up from some work she
was doing. He was reading something
with the utmost interest.
"Listen to this, Mary," he said after
a moment, while his voice trembled:
"This morning Alexander Powers,
superintendent of the L. and T. R. R.
shops in this city, handed his resigna
tion to the road and gave as the reason
the fact that certain proof had fallen
into his hands of the violation of the
interstate commerce law, and also of
the state law, which has recently been
framed to prevent and punish railroad
pooling for the benefit of certain fa
vored shippers. Mr. Powers states in
his resignation that he can no longer
consistently withhold the information
he possesses against the road. He has
placed his evidence against the com
pany in the hands of the commission,
and it is now for them to take action
upon it.
"The News wishes to express itself
on this action of Mr. Powers. In the
first place, he has nothing to gain by
it. He has lost a valuable place volun
tarily when by keeping silent he might
have retained it. In the second place,
we believe his action ought to receive
the approval of all thoughtful, honest
citizens who believe in seeing law
obeyed and lawbreakers brought to jus
tice. In a case like this, where evidence
against a railroad company is generally
understood "0 be almost impossible to
obtain, it is the general belief that the
officers of the road are often in posses
sion of criminating facts, but do not
consider it to be any of their business
to inform the authorities that the law
is being defied.
"The entire result of this evasion of
responsibility on the part of those who
are responsible is demoralizing to every
young man connected with the lord.
The editor of The News recalls the
statement made by a prominent rail
road official in this city a litt\i while
ago that nearly every clerk in ». .-.rta.'n
department of the road who understood
how large sums of money wore-made by
shrewd violations of the interstate com
merce law was ready to udmire the
shrewdness with which it was done and
declared that they would all do tne
same thing if they were high enough in
railroad circles to attempt it. [This was
actually said in one of the general of
fices of a great western railroad, to t-lie
author's knowledge.]
"It is not necessary to say that such
a condition of business is destructive
to all the nobler and higher standards
of conduct, and 110 young man can live
in such an atmosphere of unp-uni hed
dishonesty and lawlessness without
wrecking his character.
"In our judgment, Mr. Powers did
the only thing that a Christian man
can do. He has rendered brave and use
ful service to tho state am' »ko gen r:.l
public. It is not always an easy mailer
to determine tho relations that exist be
tween the individual citizen and his
fixed duty to the public. In this case
there is no doubt in our mind that the
step which Mr. Powers has taken ecu
mends itself to every man who b, lieves
in law and its enforcement. There are
times when the individual mast act tV-r
the people in ways that will mean sac
rifice and loss to him of the gravest
character. Mr. Powers wi' be mii.nn
derstood and misrepresent br:S
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the editor of The News will do all in for any one else, only for himself."
his power to bring the best men into
power and will not knowingly help to
support for office any candidate who is
unworthy, however much he may Lo
indorsed by the party. The first ques
tions asked about the man, as about the
measure, will be: 'Is he the right man
for the place Is he a good man with
ability?'
There had been more of this, but wo
have quoted enough to show the char
acter of the editorials Hundreds of
men in Raymond had read it and rub
bed their eyes in amazement. A good
many of them had promptly written to
The News, telling the editor to stop
their paper. The paper still came out,
however, and was eagerly read all over
the city. At the end of the week Ed
ward Norman knew very well that he
had actually lost already a large num
ber of valuable subscribers. He faced
the conditions calmly, although Clark,
the managing editor, grimly anticipated
ultimate bankruptcy, especially 6ince
Monday's editorial.
Tonight as Henry Maxwell,.r--.d to
his wife he could see in almost every
column evidences of Norman's conscien
tious obedience to his promise. There
was an absence of slangy, sensational
scare heads. The reading matter under
the headlines was in perfect keeping
with them. He noticed in two columns
that the reporters' names appeared,
signed at the bottom, and there was a
distinct advance in the dignity and
style of their contributions.
"So Norman is beginning to get his
reporters to sign their work. He has
talked with me about that. It is a good
thing. It fixes responsibility for items
where it belongs and raises the standard
of work done, a good thing all arcund
for public and writers."
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approved by every citizen
who wishes
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to see the greatest corporations as well
as the weakest individual subject to the-f
same law. Mr. Powers has done all tlut
a loyal, patriotic citizen could do. It
now remains for the commission to act
upon his evidence, which, we under
stand, is overwhelming proof of the!/
lawlessness of the L. and T. Let the'"
law be enforced, no matter who the
persons may be who have been guilty."
Henry Maxwell finished reading and
dropped the paper.
"I must go and see Powers. This is
the result of his promise."
He rose, and as he was going out his
wife said:
"Do you think, Henry, that Jesus
would have done that
Henry Maxwell paused a moment,,
Then he answered slowly:
"Yes I think he would. At any rate,
Powers has decided so, and each one of
ns who made the promise understands
that he is not deciding Jesus' conduct
"How about his family? How will
Mrs. Powers and Celia be likely to take 5
it?"
"Very hard, I have no doubt. That/I
will be Powers' cross in this matter,
They will not understand his motive."
Henry Maxwell went out and walked
over to the next block, where the su-i'i
perintendent lived. To his relief, Pow-'
ers himself came to the door.
The two men shook hands silently. 4
They instantly understood each other
without wort's. There had never been
such a bond of union between the min-4
ister and his parishioner.
"What are you going to do?" Henry
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Maxwell asked after they had talke'cV
over the facts in the case and considered
them well. &
"You mean another position? I bavej
no plans yet. I can go back to my old'
work as a telegraph operator. My fam
ily will not suffer except in a social?'
way."
Alexander Powers spoke calmly, if S
sadly. Henry Maxwell did not need to!
ask him how his wife and daughter
felt. He knew well enough that the su
perintendent had suffered deepest at
that point.
"There is one matter I wish you
would see to,'' said Powers after
awhile, "and that is the work begun at
the shops. So far as I know, the com
pany will not object to that going right
on. It is one of the contradictions of
the railroad world that the Y. M. C. A.
and other Christian influences are en
couraged by the roads, while all the
time the most un-Christian and lawless
acts are being committed in the official
management of the roads themselves.
Of course it is understood that it pays
a railroad to have in its employ men
who are temperate and honest and
Christian. So I have no doubt the mas
ter mechanic will have the same cour
tesy extended to him that I had in the
matter of the room and its uses. But
what I want you to do, Mr. Maxwell,
is to see that my plan is carried out.
Will you? You understand what the
idea was in general You made a very
favorable impression on the men. Go
down there as often as you can. Get
Milton Wright interested to provide
something for the furnishing and ex
pense of the coffee plant and reading
tables. Will you do it?"
"Yes," replied Henry MaxwelL He
staid a little longer. Before he went
away he and the superintendent had a
prayer together, and they parted with
that silent hand grasp that seemed to
them like a new token of their Chris-.,
tian diseipleship and fellowship.
The pastor of the First church went'
home stirred deeply by the events of
the week. Gradually the truth was
grow ng upon him that the pledge to
do a-' Jesus would was working out a
revolution in his parish and throughout
the city. Every day added to the serious,
results of obedience to that pled„e
Henry Maxwell did not pretend to see
the end. He was, in fact, only now at I
the very beginning of events that were
destined to change the history of hun-,
dreds of families, not only in Raymond,* i*
but throughout the entire country. As '""4"
he tho'ight of Edward Norman and
Rachel and Mr. Powers and of the re
sults that had already come from their
actions he could not help a feeling of
intense interest in tho probable effect if
all the persons in the First church who
hail made the pledge faithfully kept it
Would they all keep it, or would some'
of them turn back when the cross be
came too heavy
He was asking this question the next
morning as he sat in his study when
tho president of the Endeavor society
called to see him.
"I suppose I r-right not to trouble you
with my cab?, said yomg Morris,
coming at one to Lis errand, "but I
thought, Mr. Ma well, that you might
advise- 1110 a little."
"I'm glad you came. Goon, Fred."
Henry Maxwell had known the young
mi.u ever since his first ytar in the pas
tor to and loved and honored him for
his consistent, fauhful service in the
'church. Sj
"Well, the fact is I'm out of a job
I You know. I've been doing reporter
I work 011 The Morning Sentinel since I
I graduated last year. W ell, lust Satur
day Mr. Burr asked mo to go down the
road Sunday morning and get the ie
tai-s of that train robbery at the junc
tion ai:,1 writ-) the thing up for the ex
tr edition that came out Mon 1
mori.ing, just to get tho start of The
J. ".vs. I re, used to go, and Burr gave
mi 1117 i.iisarssriL He was in bad tem
per, ov think peihaps he wor.il not
have uoue n. He has alwajs treated me
well befere. Now, don't yen: think
Jesus would have done as I did? I ask
because the ot'ier fellows say I was a
.)ol not to do the work. I want to feel
that a Christian acts from motives that
may seem strange to others sometimes,
but act foolish. What do you think?"
"1 tkirk you kept your promise,
Fred I cannot believe Jesns would do
newspaper work on Sunday, as you
were aske 1 to do it.
"Thank you, Mr. Ma:-:well. I felt a
fiiiie troubled over it. but the longer I
tiiuiir it over the ueei\i
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