The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-09-21

and Mrs Gray. the evangc!ists
Virginia \ uncle. DR. West. will 90
with us il she goes have asked her to
call him up by telephone and 20 with
MS The doctU Ia II friend Of the 'frayS
and attended sNmc Of the meetings last
wiut'r
Mrs Ninslow did not say anything
Her manner showed her complete dis
approval of Eachel's course, and Rachel
felt her unspoken bitterness
About o'clock the doctor and Nir-
ginia appeared, and together the three
started for the scene of tho White Cross
meetings
The Rectangle wac the most notori
ous district in all Raymond 1t was in
the territory close 10y the great railroad
shops and the packing houses The slum
and tenement district Of Raymond con
gested it's most wretched elements about
the Rectangle. This was barren field
used In the summer by circus COM
panies and wandering showmen 1t
was shut in by rows Of saloons, gam
bling hells and cheap. dirty boarding
and lodging houses
The First church Of Raymond had
never touched tho Rectangle problem
1t was too dirty. too coarse. too sinful,
too awful for close contact Let us be
honest. There had been an attempt to
cleanse this sore spot by sending down
an occasional committee Of singers OF
Sunday school teachers or gospel WIS.,
itors from various churches, but the
church of Raymond as an institution
had never really done anything to make
the Rectangle any less stronghold OF
the devil rs the years went by.
Into this heart Of the coarse part OF
the sin Of Raymond the travelling evan
gelist and his brave little wife had
pitched a good sized tent and begun
meetings 1t was the spring Of the year.
and the evenings were beginning to DO
pleasant. The evangelists had asked for
the help Of Christian people and had
received more than the usual amount
of encouragement, but they felt II great
need of more and better music. During
the meetings on the Sunday just gone
the assistant at the organ had been
taken i'll The volunteers from the city
were few and the voices Of ordinary
quality
There will be a small meeting to-
night. John" said his wife as they en-
tered the tent little after o'clock
and began to arrange the chairs and
light up.
"Yes; I think so. Mr. Gray was Il
small. energetic man. with pleasant
voice and the courage of highborn
fighter He had already made friends
in the neighborhood, and one OF his
converts, heavy faced man. who had
Just come in. began to help in the ar
rangement Of the seats
1t was after O'Clock when Alexan'
der Powers opened the door OF his office
and started to go home He was going
to take car at the corner Of the Rec
tangle. but rs he neared it he was
aroused by n voice coming from the
tent
II was the voice Of Rachel Winslow.
1t struck through his consciousness OF
struggle over his own question that had
sent him into the Divine presence for
an answer He had not yet reached a
conclusion. He was troubled with un-
certainty. His whole previous course OF
action as a railroad man was the poor
est possible preparation for anything
slcrifcial, and he could not yet say
what he would do in the matter.
Hark! What was she singingf How
did Rachel Winslow happen to be down
heres Several windows near by went
up. Some men quarreling in saloon
stopped and listened Other figures
were walking rapidly in the direction
of the Rectangle and the tent.
Surely Rachel Winslow never was
happier in her life. She never had sung
like that in the First church. 1t was a
marvellous voice. What was it she was
singing' Again Alexander Powers, su-
perintendent Of the machine shops
paused and listened
"where he leads me ! will follow,
| Where he leads me I will follow,
| Where he leads me will follow.
I'll 20 With him. with him all the way"
The brutal. stofd, coarse, impure life
Of the Rectangle stirred itself int new
life as the song, as pure ss. the sur