The morning call., 1894-12-17

window. there is the wretcbed daughter Of
sin pacing up and down in her HOPELESS
misery. Won't YOU go TO her? They are
walking the paths that lead through all
the utter evil of this and to the horrors of
the next word. Go TO them! Their life
is all wrong. you say. OF course its wrong.
But amt we all wrong? 2"
They told me just before I started here
that my daughter-in-law had been placed
at the head Of the greatest rescue work in
and l know that it will grow infinitely
larger and will seek through the world TO
save these daughters Of sorrow"
Again the Salvation Army's Halle
lujah" and "Amen" interrupted the mar
ratiye, which was now speeding swiftly
in graphic and unbroken sentences as the
speaker, seeming to be living through the
scenes he Described. paced up and down
the big platform, his hands still clasped
behind him and his voice only a little
raised above his opening greeting.
Here is a charter from this part of our
work." he went on. There is an inno-
cent young girl sent from farm to town
in Kent to 60 out to service She is but a
child, only IA years of age. ignorant as to
herself and more so as to the wicked,
skulking, eoWardly and vicious world that
she ent-rs. A man woos her and pres
eutly she falls victim to his wickedness
and impositions. He flies soon after. AS
positions do. their terrible sin being con-
duned by their own, by the world and
even by the churches.
"Ah! but there is an eve that follows
them forever in their skulking flight. The
girl is a taken to the workhouse, where
What is there for a girl after that? What
could she doo She turned to her fathers
cottRge-tnere was nowhere else. Her
mother is dead now, and l am not sure
but that broken heart because of her
daughters fall, had hurried her away.
The girl, only 10 years of age now, mind
you, sought only TO leave the baby that
she might go and work for it. She was
met by her brother with the familiar an
swsr. Had she not brought disgrace upon
them all? Was not her fathers gray hairs
being brought IN sorrow to a grave bes de
their mother? The door was closed. She
went to villages. and up and down its
with chilling scorn; the evidence of both
her shame and her heroic endeavor to
bear the suffering of its fruits lay in her
arms. And not one kindly hand was held
ont to her, no door was open.
"Lonk al her standing In the street.
The shadows are gathering. She is only
child; knows nothing Of the world, and is
without experience. She is tired and
wretched, and she has nowhere to go.
She lays the little infant down, saying.
Chic, you must not know the misery and
disgrace that have brought upon you.'
And she straDgles it. She digs a little
grave by the roads side and covers the body
over with dead leaves. Then she turns
again to the road and the W de world. God
knows the rest. There is the prison and
brie; trial. the CERTAIN sentence for the
terrible crime, and the Judge In his black
cap. The father was in the court at the
time md fell and was carried away,
1.-The sentence was committed afUerward
TO imprisonment for life This lutte girl
then. the victim of the vicious passion o a
brutal, cOwarlly man, is sent TO prison to
endure all her days in pacing the stones of
her narrow cell And this she does for
years. until my pe0Dle-my beautiful.
beautiful people-hearing of 1t, go to ner
rescue. The Home Secretary grants her a
pardon, with the single provision that the
Salvation Army shall take charge of and
be responsible for her. Neither their trust
nor his has been misplaced. She is one of
them-a constant, devou and earnest
worker; and the unans werable evidence
of it lies in this that soon after her release
she wrote to her hrother-the brother
against whom her heart had been burning
through these years with unforgivng bit
terness-telling him how good was God
and begging him to also give him his
heart"
Again the speaker stopped; the interval
was filled with clamor of drums and
bugles end ''hallelnj4h" cries. and Praise
God!" by men and women. Very many,
however, sat still, with speecblessness