The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-01-19

D1NLCDfA | JUAN V 1AAt Il sVs | and hark to the Savors message or | peace, righteousness and redemption Never before had they seen face, be- l sotted though it was, and scanned and bloated with unimaginable depravlty
 so lighted with the torch of human sympathy and divine compassion, so l filled with the glow which only one l thing in all human experience can inn | part-the matchless and unfathomable
 love of Jesus the BrotherWThus stood
 the outcast, in his rags and wretched- | ness, pleading the Masters cause With
 matchless eloquence, and aini His name
 implorng the erring to heed the admo
 nitions of the Son.
 No human wickedness nor obstinacy
 could withstand a pleading 50 eloquent, gentle and insistent. Throughout and | over the crowd there swept wave of resolve to better lives, a repentance for
 squandered opportunities. Feminine | faces blanched under a poor red daub
 and hardened men felt that aching at
 the heart which is known as the fore
 runner of self-mastery.N The impromp- tu preacher touched the quick of them all with apt sayings by ithe' Masters ih- spring to cleanliness. and ood-doing,
 and with the matchless power of rude
 ignorance he unfolded 'to' their awak-
 ened understanding the one true lcon-
 ception of wasted lives .and, the glories
 of rightly-used opportunities. Hardly
 one in.that rapidly growing crowd did Phe fail to move straight'up to the one
 gate of heaven which, stands wide open
 this side of death. Then fell the catas-
 trophe.
 There is yet time to describe it. Our
 good friend Holliwell-Tah, that is an-,
 other thing! Is there wonder that the
 historian now and then quails before
 his duty, the weaker of the tribe boldly
 turning the truth to his preference or
 convenience? Is not the love of a pref
 erence too often stronger than the love
 of truth?
 Holliwell we have loved for his clean
 ness, his soaring spirit, his command of
 logic and the rules of self-examination
 his determination to employ for the up- ], lifting of mankind the talents with
 which the good God had so generously
 endowed him. Now we find him in
 shameless usurpation of the position
 which his whilom companion, the out l cast, had so recently occupied. The
 
 if one dared one would say that there . had been an interchange of their souls. ) When or. how 1t had occurred, if at all, it is not the historians province to ) inquire-our good friends the theoso-
 phists and our weird torturers the t meta physicians may treat the problem l as they will. This picture stands forth: t While the ragged outcast, with all the l olo af preaching redemption through Jesus to g the social freuge who exercised no jeal- 7 ous care over the traffic rights of their s thoroughfare our friend Holliwell, I apart from that benign influence, was 2 following the bent of an evil impulse < which felt no restraint and acknowl- edged no God. Of course there will be } many to blame him, but it has been : happily given to the historian to care . nothing for that.
 A weary sun was sinking to it's rest t that Tuesday afternoon when the tat : terdemalion who preached Jesus in the : disreputable street was still calling to
 repentance the sinners. So effective : had been his offices that multiple t banked circle of praying outcasts was s massed about him, while his own face, no longer besotted, shone with 9 light 8 that one thing only can bring into the Q faces of men, His pleading had sunk n to a low, melodious monotone, none the ] less powerful that it had lost all ve-
 hemence and settled into a steady flow r of an eloquence smothered under it's : inspira ton.
 g Suddenly there burst upon this Won- f derful scene strange and catastroph- d c discord The figure of a young man = in clerical garb, known hitherto as Hol- . liwell pushed wildly through the awed d and kneeling crowd, and. taking a :, stand in front of the preacher, lifted his f voice in bitter denunciation of all that s sacred scene. Keeling, ghastly, des- t perately III, in vile language he cursed d the preacher and his sermon and his e cause. The kneeling ones looked up at
 him amazed Back of the soled dress d of a clergyman they saw base and y dissolute face. rapidly purplng under a the vehemence of its owners passionate e outburst of unthinkable profanity, then | growing momentarily more ashen and o ghastly under his violent denunciatior 0 of the Christ and his teachings. # The ragged preacher on the box stood + transfixed and silent, but the ineffable h light in his face only shone with g Il softer luster. Slowly he stepped down d an infinite pity beaming in his eyes Q and the two friends again stood face te
 face They knew each other, and the j. sweet old look of recognition anc ? friendship came into the faces of both 5, But there was a difference, While l. the the outcast showed in every line tht t, master of one who has mastered him. self and therefore become ruler O IS men. Holiwell quaked in the wreckag' 1T of all that he had been. He placed { a feeble, appealing arm upon the other l. shoulder, and began to sink, with { a weak smile upon his lips. The strong 70 sure arm of the outcast supported hin 'e and laid him gently down in the street = where death came swiftly to relieve hi It ministrations. And thus the polc 1T found the living and the dead, but the, y saw not the vast and impenetrable wal y of mystery that set these two apar y from all others of the races of men,
 W. c. Morrow in San Francisco News f. Letter.
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