The San Francisco call., 1898-06-30
 BROTHER FRANCIS AND HIS FAITH CURE, He Renders Unto God the Things That Are Gods and Unto
 Francis the Things That Are Francis.
BY ALICE REX.

able to pay it's pastor good salary and take up gratifying collection twice every Sabbath. Among the women were many young girls. Among the men were many gray boards. Among both were negroes of the lighter color and the better class. Over them all had fallen the religious exaltation which takes no heed of spoken words, but wings after the speakers voice to heavens gate and sees and feels the glory waiting there.
 You sheep of Christ you've all got the foot rot, or you'd run in the ways of your Shepherd!"
 Yes! Yesi Ameni" shouted a woman on the platform.
 Glory be to God!" sobbed a Wo- man on the floor.
 He sees your sloth! You think you can pull the wool over His eyes, but He's too smart for you"
 It was here that the man by the door shut his ears to blasphemy and fled with the woman who belonged to him-and who would have lin- gered-into the night. Those who remained had no such impious or unjust thought. Nor had he who spoke in colloQuial terms of inti- mate familiarity of his Master. He rose to the cheap words with the voice of one inspired, with the man. ner of a prophet of the Lord God of Israel. Those who heard him sobbed and shouted as a multitude moved by the mighty accents of heaven.
 Does my Master fear to go into the dark ways? He would go into the depths of Hell and take His light there! I would go after Him. l would go as far as the gates of Hell with Him. And if the old devil Is my territory I'd say No it isn'ti It's my Masters territory and you get out of here. you old fool!"
 That's it!" shrieked a woman in the audience. That's the way to talk to him! That'H teach him! Praise God!"
 She thought 1t was. She thought 1t was divine eloquence. It was the sort, at least, that she under stood.
 AS for the brother Francis, he has understanding Of a better sort of eloquence, and can use it when he likes. He is a man of middle years and height, of gray hair and beard, of fleshly face and hands, of unascetic, unecclesiastic presence. IT he Is fed by the ravens, the heaven-sent birds do not forget their charge. He has the full eye. the full lips, the long, fat cheek of the sensualist-and heaven for fend fntustice!-there are sensual ists of the spirit as well as of the flesh. His manner Is warm. his voice lush, his gesture florid. his action melodramatic. Words pour from him a heavy stream, like water from pump. Smile waits on him, metaphor is ready to his need, speech is his servant; he is a speaker born. But the speaker IS not always the thinker, words are not always vehicles of thought. They often pass in glittering or gloomy parade, like the coaches of royalty or the carriages of mourn ing, and carry nothing at all inside. And so they pass out at the lips of the brother Francis and bring no new message to the world. His moods rise on them to spiritual del- lcacy, sink to common depths, touching no new territory at either pole He is picturesque. vivid touching, shocking and magnetic, with the strange animal magnetism that can take nerves into control beneath it's grasp and stimulate them to sudden half-forgotten &C., tlon that may or may not en- dure, according to the individual mind, which has almost as much as faith healers claim for the soul to do with the health and soundness of the body. For this great gift and that other commoner gift of gab the brother Francis thanks God piously, publicly and I doubt me not sincerely, calling both the di- vine healing power of Christ work ing in himself a humble follower of the Lamb. He renders to God the things which are Gods, but he renders to Francis the things which are Francis'-and even some things which are not his.
 At the close of his address the voices of the faithful were raised in prayer They prayed singly- man in vigorous, masterful voice, commanding his God to go about His business here on earth and pointing 1t out to Him in fine par ticular-"Lord! Send Thy spirit down into our midst! Convert the sinner, God! Turn the evil man from his WayS"-a woman whin- ing, nagging at her Lord for favors, bribing Him with promises of praise and glory here below-"Oh, Lo-o-o-rd! We be-se-e-e-ch Thee, do not forget Thy people, and they will sing pra-ai-ses to Thee for everl"
 And forthwith praises were sung and the name of God glorified in the gospel tent. And, as is the emotional manner of the gospel tenters, prayers and psalms alike were punctuated with wild cries of Glory! Glory! and Hallelujahi and Praise God! and Yes! yes! and Amen!
 The sick who came to be healed were seated in the first rows be- meath the speakers stand Their names and symptoms were sent up before them and loudly read that all might hear. Then they formed in sad procession and waited for the laying on of hands.