The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-12-06
LITTLE WOMAN'S NERVE.


Golfers Weekly.
, Not the least interesting feature Of the
Dowie episode was the attitude of unflinch-
ing self-restraint in the face of extreme
provocation maintained by the newspaper
representatives at Madison-square Garden.
New York. The new Elijah spent many
hours In pouring calumniation and abuse.
not at the press in general, but at the indi-
viduals seated within few feet of him.
They were called "curs" and yellow dogs"
and gutter rats" and stink pots"-not to
mention epithets too vulgar to be repeated
in print-while the raving prophet pointed
them out one by one with a scornful finger.
They were young, these men and women,
who had to undergo that almost unique or
deal-young and high-spirited. and any
thing but cowardly. Yet they bore 1t all in
self-possessed silence betraying only by a
deeper blush on the cheek or a half-dis-
conscious of the volleys of vituperation
aimed at their heads. Once only did a
member of their band turn and talk back
In self-defense.
however. The attack was personal and un-
exarnpled in its viciousness. A man made
it, and the object of Ii was a woman
young refined. of good family. and repre-
senting this occasion one of the cleanest
and ablest daiiies in the city. In spite of a
watchfulness and vindictiveness on the part
of the Zionists which compelled two or
three of her male colleagues to seek safety
In flight, after having already hid among
the seekers for health. she able to
attend, undetected, the first meeting behind
locked doors. at which the possibility of
divine healing" was to be demonstrated.
On leaving she was discovered by one of
Dowfe's lieutenants.
ado you mean to write anything about
a III I4I lAl n
gret it,
"I'll write everything I've seen and
heard" was the unhesitating reply. THE
whole thing is a humbug, and no threat of
yours can keep me from telling the truth
to the public"
well, then" the man paused as If to
give more weight to his words, Listen
looked up your record, and He knows more
about you than you think-more than you
would like to have him know"
woman. / have lived in the open day all
my life. don't think myself better than
other men and women, but know there Is
nothing in my life to hide or be afraid of. "
You'll see tonight" the Zionist went
on, shaking his finger at her. IF you
don't premise right here to quit writing
you tonight in open meeting. The whole
city will know what we know about you.
"And listen" the young woman retorted.
her eyes ablaze TEL the Great Overseer
lie about me- If he make the slightest eff
fort to attack my character. there will be
dead prophet in this city tonight.
The man in front of her gasped and took
step backward. "Mr Dowie is surrounded
by detectives he faltered at last.
"I'll reach him in spite of them"
For a while the two antagonists looked
hard at each other, as If either of them was
trying to gauge the other ones resolve. The
man was the first one to break the silence.
"God Almighty protects the Great Over
seer" he remarked with fervor.
Never" the young woman cried passion
ately. never yet did God Almighty protect
slanderer of women
With that she turned on her heel and
walked away, leaving the Zionist speeches.
behind. That evening Dowie showed an I'M
wonted moderation in his references to the
newspaper men. The young woman's story
appeared next morning. 1t told the truth.
But even its disclosures did not make
Dowie resume his venomous onslaughts on
the press. The sting seemed to have been
taken out of his tongue. Only a few men,
bers of the craft were In a position to
guess the reason for his change of attitude
One of those who knew said in explanation
of the matter: HE lost his backbone
that's all there was to it. That little wom-
an threw a bad scare into MINDLESS her
soul!''