The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-03-02
A STORMY SCENE.
DIR. Fulton's Coarse Attacks Catholics
Answered I'm Rough Style.

DIR. FuitOn's Coarse Attacks on Catholics
Answered in Rough Style.
Chicago Tribune
The two clusters of gas jets set like 1amin 2
eyes in the roof of the First Methodist Church.
never looked down wild they
witnessed last night The Rev Justin Fulton
of BROOKLYN, had been advertised to preach
against the Roman Catholic Church. He is a
tall, bald, portly man, with an acouiline nose
gray beard. and fringe OF grayish black hair.
His lecture was entitled: why Priests Should
We'd"
There was a large audience. It's quality was
unceptionable The ladies were few. but those
who came were richly dressed. In the gallery
there rougher element But it was n OF
an element which, at an ordinary performance,
would have displayed its roughness.
The earlier parts of the lecture heard in
silence. They were mainly quotations from the
Confessions of Maria Monk" and from the
pamphlets conventual life, attributed to a
Miss Reed, a Miss Bunkeley and a Miss O'Gor-
man. They were also exhortations to American
mothers TO put their children to bed themselves.
rather than trust them to the influences OF for
eign maids. The spectators expressed neither
approval nor disapprovaL They sat perfectly
still.
Fulton, elegantly. ''who dares spell Romanism
out loud in the dark. And don't you forget it.
The times call for man who will stand for the
truth"
At this there was applause. Mr.. Fulton
clearly meant that he, even he would stand for
the truth. And, being encouraged by the
plaudits, he told shocking story about girl
who entered a convent.
''You lie," cried a voice from the gallery
''Who says 1 lie," asked Mr. Fulton, some
what abashed.
II do, you dirty dog" shouted a brown.
bearded man. who had the air of farmer.
The audience waited for the preachers reply
He waived the challenge altogether and passed
In great confusion TO other points of his lecture.
He told of young girl. the daughter of
Baptist deacon, who joined the Church of Rome,
Baptist fold. This was found insipid. So he
told of friend "who KEEP a calaDoose in ST.
Louis" and who told him that though it's fire.
quenters were murderers, thieves. and crimi-
nails of the worst kind. yet they would not eat
meat Friday This applauded. And just
as the plaudts tempted him before, so he was
now induced to plunge into another horrible
story aboat the nuns
.You are a filthy scoundrel," shouted an
Irishman from the back of the gallery, leaping
to his feet.
This excited the Irishmans neighbors. "Go
ahead, DOCTOR" shouted some. Give il to
Them" cried others
Those who filed the lower seats turned anxious
eyes toward the gallery. In the gallery men
ciinched their fists. Their faces grew white.
There storm brewing.
Mr.. Fulton was troubled "Men and wom-
en- he said-and his hands trembled he
spoke-t'men and women, do not misjudge me.
o, my dear friends am only standing for the
truth. These people who shout at me are the
people wish TO convert. wish to open their
eyes TO the truth"
There's not word of truth in anything you
have said, cried voice.
'sIts money you're AFTER cried another
mo. dear friends, not in this city," protested
Mr.. Fulton. 'sYou did not pay for your admis-
sion.r
But you have book to SELL" returned the
first voice. ''You want to make US pay for
that
Mr. Fulton evaded this pointed remark He
returned to his quotations from maria Monk"
skipping the most offensive passages. He was
evidently frightened
At length he yentured back to familiar
ground. What wish to say about converts"
he remarked lis that every woman who has a
way in should also have a way ont.
Loud applause greeted this sentiment. And
for the third time the enthusiasm was trap
into which the speaker tumbled He ventnred
to observe that Catholic priests opposed freedom
of action.
Its a lie,' screamed a dozen voices.
~ insist that they do. said Mr.. Fulton. tax
Fits a lie, and you know it," shouted the
voices.
Yells arose Women sprsng to their feet. An
indescribabie hubbub ensued.
Ladies' cried Mr.. Fulton, Il implore you
not to retire. can convince these men of their
error
But the women would not stay. They hur-
red to the door, leaving their escorts TO follow
them abashed. The gallery meant 20 fight;
there was no doubt about that The people
down stairs meant lighting. too. From some