The weekly examiner., 1901-08-03

or IaDol. uo man in the stand
 dared to deny him that privilege or in-
 terrupt his purpose.
 What do men say on such occasions ? It is doubtful if Stuart or the doctor.
 who heard every word, could have told
 afterward what Eric said. Every word
 burned like fire in the air, but it did not
 belong to the catalogue of speeches easily repeated. The doctor was amaz-
 ed at the power of Fries voice. It
 rang out like a trumpet and reached the farthest point. Itmeant, of course, that the collapse would come after the
 strain, and Saxon watched him mar
 rowly to see the first sign of it. The
 main current of Fries appeal flowed through the one channel of preserving
 unstained the sacred cause for which the men had sacrificed all they had and
 were. The pleasure of tasting venge- ance would last but a little while. The cause of labor would be killed so far as they were concerned once and for all if law was broken or vengeance taken this night. He appealed to the reli- gious element, which he knew was strong in hundreds of the men before him. He reminded them of the pray CTS that had been offered from the very place where he now stood. How could a just God or merciful Saviour look with anything but horror upon men who had vowed to love and obey him plunging into such crime? And, oh, for the cause they represented Was it not dearer to them than the killing of a few men in revenge? Would that bring to life again their brothers? Who was there who did not feel for the wrongs and Aajustices of the working men if he did not? Yet in his vision of events he clearly saw that never in his lifetime or that of tEeir children's chill dren would they lessen those wrongs or obtain just rights as men if by an act of passion tl-y broke the already too slender bond of sympathy that united the great public with them now.
 Erie had never put so much of him self into an appeal before. It had nev- CT cost so much. It would be a wonder fu1 triumph for him if he could prevail tonight. And he believed he could see signs of a yielding on the part of the men. If only he could hold out little lOuSeT! He Ee0leO III the arms or art and the doctor. All his senses throb- bed with agony. The panorama of the square foated before him in a mist of moonlight. and the dull murmur of the mob broke on his ears like a faroff surf on an ocean coast. He felt his voice failing him, his tongue seemed like, ashes in his mouth, and still it seemed to him he must go on.
 1t was now, as Eric began to feel earth and heaven slipping away from him before he Lad completed his hearts desire or before his words had wrought their work in the mems minds or acted on conscience and reason, although they had listened in a wonderful si- 1ence-it was now that a voice rose from the steps of the Salvation Army hall, which was close by the railway depot and, indeed, made one corner of the square of Champion. It was the voice of Rhena Dwight, and she was not speaking, but siaging.
 We have said that the Cornishman is B great lover of music and very suscep- tible to it's influence. Rhena had found that out from her contact with the fn1nSrS and Cne1r 1am1l10S since coming to Champion It was not a remarkable thing, therefore, that as she stood and listened to Eric that night she was led to use the gift which God had given her. More than once she had seen an gry passions calmed and brute i'm pulses shaned at the sound of her voice, and as Era began to faint away Rhena, moved by one of those true in- spirations of life which would to God more of us might follow, broke into song which swept like an angels over | that hushed and wondering audience. | The clear, frosty air bore every word and note to the ear of the thousands of men who stood packed into the square.