El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-10-21

| defamation, they were very effective
If the Rev. Henry Maxwell that morn
ing felt satisfied with the conditions of
his pastorate the parish of First church
also had a similar feeling as it congrat-
ulated itself on the presence in the pull
pit of this scholarly, refined. somewhat
striking face and figure. preaching
with such animation and freedom from
all vulgar. noisy or disagreeable man
nerism.
Suddenly into the midst of this per-
| feet accord and concord between preach
er and audience there came very re-
marka5le interruption. 1t would be
difficult To indicate the extent of the
| shock which this interruption measured.
1t was so unexpected. so entirely con-
| trary to any thought of any person
| present, that it offered no room for
| argument or. for the time being, of re-
| sistance 80
The sermon had come to a close. The
Rev. Henry Maxwell had turned the
half of the big Bible over upon his
manuscripts and was about to sit down
as the quartet prepared to rise and
sing the closing selection.
All for Jesus, all for Jesus,
All my beings ransomed powers,
when the entire congregation was star
tied bysthe sound of mans voice. It
came from the rear of the church, from
one of the seats under the gallery The
next moment the figure of a man came
out of the shadow there and walked
down the middle aisle.
Before the startled congregation real
lied what was being done the man had
reached the open space in front of the
pulpit and had turned about. facing
the people.
'1've been wondering since I came
in here''-they were the words he used
under the gallery, and he repeated them
eff it would be just the thing to say
word at the close of this service. I'm
not drunk, and I'm not crazy, and I'm
perfectly harmless. But if l die, as
there is every likelihood / shall in
few days, I want the satisfaction of
thinking that I said my say in place
like this. before just this sort of a
crowd
Henry Maxwell had not taken his
seat, and he now remained standing.
leaning on his pulpit. looking down at
the stranger. 1t was the man who had
come to his house Friday morning, the
same dusty. worn, shabby looking
young man. He held his faded hat in
his two hands. 1t seemed to be ia
vorite gesture. He had not been shaved.
and his hair was rough and tangled. 1t
was doubtful if any one like this had
ever confronted the First church within
the sanctuary 1t was tolerably familiar
with this sort of humanity out ON the
street, around the railroad shops, wan
dering up and down the avenue. but it
had never dreamed of such an incident
as this so near.
There was nothing offensive in the
mans manner or tone. He was not ex
cited, and he spoke in a low but dis
tinct voice Henry Maxwell was con-
scious, even as he stood there smitten
into dumb establishment at the event.
that somehow the man action remind
ed him of person he had once seen
walking and talking in his sleep.
No one in the church made any mo-
ton to stop the stranger or in any way
interrupt him Perhaps the first shock
Of his sudden appearance deepened into
genuine perplexity concerning what |
was best to do. However that may be,
he went on as if he had no thought of |
interruption and no thought of the I'M
usual element he had introduced into |
the decorum of the First church service |
and all the while he was speaking |
Henry Maxwell leaned over the pulpit |
his face growing more white and sad |
every moment But he made no move
ment to stop him, and the people sat |
smitten into breathless silence. One |
other face, that of Rachel Winslow, |
from the choir Seats stared, white and
intent, down at the shabby figure with
the faded hat Her face was striking at |
any time. Under the pressure of the
present unheard of incident it was as
personally distinct as if it had been
framed in fire.
I'm not an ordinary tramp, though
I don't know of any teaching of Jesus
that makes one kind of a tramp less
worth saving than another. Do your"
He put the question as naturally as if
the whole congregation had been
small private Bible class He paused
just moment and coughed painfully
Then he went on.
81 lost my job ten months ago. I am
, printer by trade. The new linotype
machines are beautiful specimens of
invention, but 1 know six men who
have killed themselves inside of the
year just on account of those machines
Of course don't blame the newspapers
for getting the machines Meanwhile
what can man do? 1 know I never
earned but the one trade, and that's
Ill 1 can do. I've tramped all over the
country trying to find something. There
Ire a good many others like me- I'm I
not complaining, am II Just stating ;
acts. But was wondering, as 1 sat 1
here under the gallery, if what you {
all following Jesus is the same thing
,c1 rhaf he faucrht