Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1900-09-23


 do not believe he would in my case make that use of my voice. 7 sWhy2 Is there anything wrong about such a career 9''
 No I don't know that I can say there is. 2
 Do you presume to sit in judgment on other people who go out to sing in this way2 Do you presume to say that they are doing what Christ would not dor,
 Mother, wish you to understand me. judge no one else. l condemn no other professional singers I simply de- eide my own course. As look at it, [ have a conviction that Jesus would do something else. 7
 'sWhat else2" Mrs. Winslow had not yet lost her temper She did not under stand the situation or Rachel in the midst of it, but she was anxious that her daughters career should be as dis tinguished as her natural gifts prom ised, and she felt confident that when the present unusual religious excite ment il the First church had passed away Rachel would go on with her public life according to the wishes of the family, She was totally unprepared for RaeheTs next remark
 "What2 Something that will serve mankind where it most needs the serv- ice of song. Mother, I have made up 1 my mind to use my voice in some way so as to satisfy my soul that am doing something better than pleasing fashion able audiences or making money or even l gratifying my own love of singing. am going to do something that will satisfy me when I ask, What would Jesus dor and l am not satisfied and cannot be when 1 think of myself as singing myself into the career of 8 concert com pany performer. ?
 Rachel spoke with a vigor and ear nestness that surprised her mother. Mrs. Winslow was angry now and she never tried to conceal her feelings
 It is simply absurd Rachel, you are fanatic What can you do2''
 s'The world has been served by men and women who have given it other things that were gifts. Why should I, because I am blessed with natural gift at once proceed to put a market price on it and make all the money [ can ont of it7 You know, mother, that you have taught me 10 think of mu- sical career always in the light of a concert company to do what I would do and live the life would have to live if joined it.
 Mrs. Wlnslow rose and then sat down again. With great effort she conn posed herself.
 What do you intend to do then You have not answered my question. 2
 '.I shall continue to sing for the time being in tie church. l am pledged to sing there through spring. During the week l am going to sing at the White Cross meetings down in the Rectangle.
 'sWhatl Rachel Winslowl Do you know what you arc saying2 Do you know what sort of people those are down there F
 Rachel almost quailed before her mother For q moment she shrank back and was silent.
 T know very well That is the rea- son am going. Mir. and Mrs Gray have been working there several weeks. I learned only this morning that they wanted singers from the churches to help them in their meetings They use a tent 1t is i'll part of the city where Christian work is most needed shall offer them my help. Mother, R shel cried out with the first passionatS .nt- terance she had yet used, q want to do something that will cost me something in the way of sacrifice I know you will not understand me But I am hungry to suffer something What have we done all our lives for the suffering, sin ming side of Raymond2 How much have we denied ourselves or given of our personal ease and pleasure to bless the place in which we live or initiate the life of the Saviour of the world 2 Are we always to go on doing as so- ciety selfshly dictates, moving on it's narrow little round of pleasures and entertainments and never knowing the pain of things that cost9"
 Are you preaching at me?' asked Mrs Winslow slowly. Rachel under stood her mother words. "No; am preaching at myself, she replied gently. She paused a moment as if she thought her mother would say something more and then went out of the room. When she reached her own room. she felt that, so far as her moth CT was concerned, she could expect no sympathy or even fair understanding from her.
 She kneeled down It is safe to say that within the two weeks since Henry Maxwell B church had faced that shab- by figure with the faded hat more mem bers of his parish had been driven to their knees in prayer than during all the previous term of his pastorate. When she rose, her beautiful face was wet with tears She sat thought fully a little while and then wrote a note to Virginia Page. She sent it to l her by a messenger and then went down