The Newtown bee., 1907-04-05
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quarter or ', you can imagine, kind reader, that by that latter hour there was sizable emblage gathered on the sidewalk before that church. Mrs Barker and I went in with the rush. No, you are mistaken, I did not say walked in; we went in, and that is the shortest way of saying we were pushed in, tumbled in and got in. I was re- minded, in this entering act, of a snatch from an old negro song:
 m0h, ,0h, what kind of shoes do the angels wear7 Want the chiidren for to foIeSx mas me; 'n oe A'f 1 thought was near the door when the crowd started to move inward. 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, I 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
 
 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. 1t, 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, s'Not Saved" There was none of the ranting of the strolling evan gelist about his appeal.
 IT WAS AN APPEAL TO THE HEART, TO
 THE INTELLIGENCE,
 to the conscience, to the william ap- 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 seethinR hot. He was gladdened by the multi tudes who had pressed into the king dom in fortnight, taking it 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 HduO, JuSl over the DOrQer-1ne. It seemed to me as stood there, as if that appeal would have melted a heart of stone. Why do men resist the low ing entreaty of their fellowmen, Aye, why do they wound the throbbing heart of God? Is it not because of the entanglements of this world? They are in a business which, to be a Chris tian, they must give up; they are in associations which, to do the honest thing, they must discover. There are climaxeS which come even in times of | reused feeling and heightened emotion. Booker T. Washington tells of such a climax when once speaking to a crowd ed house in Fremont Temple, Boston, to some of the men who had glOrified themselves and the Old Flag at Fort Pillow. He suddenly turned to the standard bearer of '63, who was then at his left upon the stage, and said. as if by great inspirations: "And that flag, sir, was never lowered" The great audience caught the thrill of the moment, and rose to cheer and cheer and cheer while the standard bearer raised the tattered flag aloft and let out it's weather-creased folds. That was climax in "Gypsy" Smith s meet ing, when, all emotions being on the strain, he cried: "I should like to throw all the love that Jesus ever breathed into the word, and: all the music that sweetest song can put into it's accents, and