Los Angeles herald., 1907-05-28

his face. 1 said Here are your two
little baby girls. How proud and glad
you were when God gave them to you
and when first they said Papa" How
thankful you were to God and to her,
she that you promised to love and pro-
tect with the nobility of your man
hood. She has gone into the cold
grave
"The tall man knelt down and wept.
The babies woke up and cried at the
sight of their father. We all wept and
the man cried for mercy at the hands
of his God. He asked us to keep the
children until he could find work ana
make a home, which we did and ne
learned to love his children as Coos
best gift. The triumphs OF my Key Oh
love.
"The next key is sympathy. And
above all is that precious and rare gilt
of sympathy Our century has been
wonderful one We have the machin-
cry of science and art; pulpits are
filled with oratory but the rare grace
of sympathy has no equal. 1t is the
little thing by which the lowest can be
touched AS the iron is attracted by
the magnet so the human heart is at
tracted by the magnetism of sympathy.
You can give so little and get so much
in return-so have found it in the
slums. l could not always save the
life, but 1 could weep with the weep
ing; 1 could very often do but the
smallest thing, but the immortal spark
of sympathy did the rest.
Gives Kiss of Sympathy
II remember one day 1 was standing
before the prison and heard the most
awful screams. Finally woman.
ragged, hair disheveled, face spotted
with blood was being led forth,
strong policeman holding each hand
and two going before and after her.
She was throwing herself this way and
that. 1 thought quickly What can do
for that poor woman could not
quote scripture for she would not have
listened. To sing would not do and I
think an angelic thought came to me
as she passed and 1 sprang forth and
kissed her. She stood still in amaze
ment and 1 do not know whether the
policemen were taken off their guard or
whether they 1oosed their holds, but
she got herself clear and went meek as
lamb to the wagon. I could hear her
say, Who was that that kissed me?
No one has kissed me since my mother
died.
"The next day they told me at the
prison that they thought she had gone
mad. She paced her CELL saying: oh,
my God, who was 1t that kissed me.
Not since my mother died has any one
kissed met I asked to go into her cell
and was granted the privilege, and there
| I found that once she had been beauti-
full She told me that her mother had
died when she was years old and that
in her dying breath she had covered
her baby face with kisses, and not from
that day had any one ever kissed her.
I told her of him who came from
heaven, told of Jesus and God, made
her the means of saving many other
souls. Only a kiss when the heart is
broken, only a touch of sympathy.
The Third Key
1.-THE third key is sacrifice. What can
be accomplished without sacrifice? The
faces that stand out from the canvas
of time are those who have made great
sacrifices. Sacrifice has sowed the seed
of the church. They are wrong who
| say we live today and die tomorrow.
| We die today and live tomorrow.
1.-THE last key is action. After the
| greatest power is the power to do. SYM
pathy is grand, love is great. sacrifice is
wonderful, but 1t is action, the power to
do that is SO wanted in our churches.
''In San Francisco when the city was
| laid low in ruins it was the supplies,
| blankets, clothing, food and thousands
of dollars that told.
$50 it is in everything that is in
action that tells. In the slums I found
no surer door than action. 1t was the
practical, the washing of the chill
dren, the making of beds, helping in the
work and doing the actual work that
counted.
Not Successful Scrubber
"Our mother was very solicitous that
we should be trained for the work that
we were to do, but there was one line
of education that sadly lacked when
I came to do my work. l might call
1t scrubology. 1 can remember the