People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1899-12-07

This was not like preaching to the vel
dressed, respectable, good hammered
people on the boulevard. He began {,
speak, but the confusion increased
Gray went down into the crowd, but
did not seem,able to quiet it. Henry
Maxwell raised his arm and his voice
The crowd in the tent began to pas
some attention, but the noise on tho
outside increased In a few minutes the
audience was beyond Maxwell's control
He turned to Rachel with a sad smile.
"Sin9 something, Miss Winslow.
They will listen to YOU" he said and
then sat down and put his face in his
hands.
1t was Raehel's opportunity, and she
was fully equal to it. Virginia was at
the organ, and Rachel asked her to play
a few notes of the hymn:
Saviour, follow on,
Guided by thee,
Seeing not yet the hand
That leadeth me.
flushed be my heart and still;
Fear ! no further i'll;
Only TO meet thy will
Ny will shall be-
Rachel had not sung the first line be-
fore the people in the tent were ali
turned toward her. hushed and reyer-
ent. Before she had finished the verse
the Rectangle was subdued and tanned
1t lay like some wild beast at her feet.
and she sang it into harmlessness. Ali
What were the fippant, perfuned.
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 Wirslow's. Jasper Chase sat
with his eyes on the singer, ana 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
any one might have expected to see al
a gospel tent service, RolIin Page, who,
jost.ed 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 evil
IDENTIFY swayed by the power that Rachel
He had just come over from
the club Neither Rachel nor Virginia
saw him that night.
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-
pentance. How would Jesus speak?
What would he sayS 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 IN |
pleasant feeling of conscience; a factor |
In Raymond that was talked about at |
as the masses" in papers |
written by the brethren in attempts TO
show why the "masSes'' were not being
reached. But tonight as he faced the
masses" he asked himself whether
ltter all, this was not Just about such
I multitude as Jesus faced oftenest and
le felt the genuine emotion of love for
crowd which is one Of the best indi.
cations a preacher ever has that be is
lvlng close to the heart of the worlds
eternal life 1t is easy to love an indi-
7ldual sinner, especially if he is person
ally picturesque or interesting. To love
! multitude of sinners is distinctly a
Jhristlike quality.
When the meeting closed. there was
10 special interest shown. The people
apldly melted away from the tent and
ne saloons, which had been experience
ng dull season while the meetings
progressed, again drove a thriving
rade The Rectangle, as if to make ND
or lost time, started in with vieor on
IS usual night life of debauch. Henry
Maxwell and his little party, including
llrginia, Rachel and Jasper Chase
walked down past the row of saloons
nd dens until they reached the corner
where the cars passed.
This is a terrible spot" said Henry
iaxwel as they stood waiting for their
ar; :! never realized that Raymond
ad such a fostering sore It does not
eem possible that tins b Q city aull Of
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