Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-12-22
A THREAT THAT FAILED.

unf1inching self-restraint in the face of extreme provocation maintained by the newspaper representative at Mad ison Square Garden. New York. The new Elijah spent many hours in pour ing calumniation and abuse, not at the press in general, but at the individuals 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 raying prophet pointed them out one by one with a scornful finger.
 They were young, these men and women, who had to undergo that al- most unique ordeal--young, and high spirited, and anything but cowardly. Yet they bore it all in self-possessed silence, betraying only by q deeper blush on the cheek or a -disdainful, half-amused smile that they were con scious of the volleys of vituperation aimed at their heads. Once only did a member of their band turn and "talk back" in self-defense.
 There were no witnesses in that scene. however The attack was per sonal and unexampled in it's vicious ness. A man made it, and the object of it was a wolnan-yOung. refined. of good family. and representing on this occasion one of the cleanest and ablest dailies in the city. In spite Of a watchfulness and yindictfveness on the part of the Zionists which compelled two or three of her male colleagues to seek safety in flight. after having al reody hid among the seekers for health. she was able to attend, unde- tected, the first meeting behind locked doors, at which the possibility of ''di- vine healing" was to be demonstrated. On leaving she was discovered by one of Dowie's lieutenants. '
 Do you mean to write anything about this?' he demanded. If you do, you'll regret it."
 "I'H write everything I've seen and heard" was the unhesitating reply. t'The whole thing is a humbug and no threat of yours can keep me from tell ing the truth to the plIblic.'
 HWell. then" the man paused as if to give more weight to his words 'Listen. the Great Overseer is on to you. He has looked up your record and he knows more about you than you think-more than you would like to have him know"
 ''What more of it?'' rejoined the young woman. 'I have lived in the open day all my life. I don't think myself better than other men and wor men, but I know there is nothing in my life to hide or be afraid off
 You'll see tonight the Zionist went on. shaking his finger at her. If you don't promise right here to quit writing about us the Great Overseer will expose you tonight in open meet ing. The whole city will know what we know about you"
 "And listen," the young woman re- torted, her eyes ablaze '<Tell the Great Overseer from me that if he dares to utter a single lie about me- if he makes the slightest effort to attack my character. there will be q dead prophet in this city tonight"
 The man in front of her gasped and took a step backward. ''Mr Dowie is surrounded by detectives" he faltered at last.
 '.I'll reach him in spite of them.''
 For 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 Overseer." he remarked with fervor.
 .sNever." the young woman cried pas sionately. ''never vet did God Almighty protect a slanderer of womenp
 With that she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the Zionist speeches. behind. That evening Dowie showed an unwOnted modera ton in his reference to the men. The young woman's story appeared next morning. It told the truth. But even it's discourse 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 members 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 woman threw q bad scare into him bless her sou1!'-Collier's Weekly.