The Newtown bee., 1907-04-05

quarter of [, you can imagine, kind reader, that by that latter hour there was a sizable assemblage gathered on the sidewalk before that church. Mrs Barker and l went in with the rush. No, you are mistaken, l did not say walked in; we went in, and that is the shortest way of saying we were pushed in, tum bled in and got in. l was re- minded, in this entering act, of a snatch from an old negro song:
 Want all de children to follow me;,
 They d6nt % Wear any ", ease dey walk in de air, 1 thought was near the door when How those 5000 people excelled me in celerity and were all sitting in their seats composedly by the time I had one foot over the sill, do not to this hour know; it is problem I am still working out. There was yet one full hour before the service was scheduled, and that hour was filled in with Cos pei song. The waves of this song bill lowed and rippled and rolled from the volunteer choir of 200 voices down by the platform to the last man who was standing on the fringe of the crowd outside in the rain, and strain. ing every nerve to catch some flash of what was passing within the lighted spaces in the auditorium he could not reach. pr O. c. Creegan once told a NewtOwn audience that the salaries paid to the quartet choir which sings in this fashionable church would support three mission hospitals, four mission boarding schools and five missionaries in Turkey; but this fine choir land I am throwing no SlurS upon. it, for l greatly enjoyed it's Sunday evening musical services), was only conspicuous this night by reason of it's absence, and nobody seemed to regret the loss.
 "Gypsy" Smith spoke on these two words, ''Not Saved" There was none of the ranting of the strolling evan gelist about his appeal.
 TT WAS AN APPEAL TO THE HEART, TO THE INTELLIGENCE,
 | to the conscience, to the william ap- 1 peal to do the manly thing and to do | it Now. Of course, at times he spoke | with tremendous emphasis; and it seemed as if the very depths of his heart were stirred and were seething hot. He was gladdened by the multi tudeS who had pressed into the king dom in fortnight, taking 1t by vio- lence. In many respects, it had been | the most successful mission he had conducted in any American city; and yet-and yet-here his voice broke
 with emotion-there were so many
 who had attended every service whom he would leave untouched by Gods saving hand, just over the bOraer-line | It seemed to me as stood there, as ii
 that appeal would have melted a heart of stone. Why do men resist the lov ling entreaty of their fellowmen, Aye
 why do they wound the throbbinl heart of God? Is 1t not because of tht lentanglements of this world? They are in business which, to be Chris
 tian, they must give up; they are 1T
 associations which, to do the homes thing, they must discover. There ar, cltmaXes which come even in times O.
 reused feeling and heightened emotion
 Booker T. Washington tells of such z
 climax when once speaking to 8 crowd
 ed house in Fremont Temple, Boston
 to some of the men who had gloritie(
 themselves and the Old Flag at For
 Pillow. He suddenly turned to tn,
 standard bearer of '63, who was ther
 at his left upon the stage, and said. a
 if by a great inspiration: "And tha1
 flag, sir, was never lowered.'' Tn,
 great audience caught the thrill of thu
 moment, and rose to cheer and chee
 and cheer while the standard beare
 raised the tattered flag aloft and le
 out it's weAther-creased folds. Ina
 was climax in Gypsy" Smiths meet
 ing, when, all emotions being on th
 strain, he cried: "I should like t. throw all the love that Jesus eve breathed into the word, and. al
 the music that sweetest son.
 can put into it's accents, an'