The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-09-11
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my sweet boy she whispered.
1"Oh. mamma, do try to live! Don't
leave me-" he sobbed in quivering
tones as he leaned over and kissed
her lips, She smiled family again.
Eyes, must go, dear. l am tired.
Your papa is waiting for me. see
him smiling and reckoning to me now.
| must CO."
A sob shook the boy with an agony
no words could frame.
There. there. dear. don't" she
! soothingly said. You will grow to be
brave. strong man. You will fight
this battle out. and win back our home
and bring your own bride here in the
far away days of sunshine and success
| see for you. She will love you, and
| the Aowers will blossom on the lawn
again. But I am tired. Kiss mel
must 60"
Her heart f1uttered On for awhile.
but she never spoke again.
At 10 O'clock Mrs. Durham ten
ierly lifted the boy from the bedside,
| aissed him. and said as she led him to
| mis- room:
"She's done with suffering, Charlie.
You are going to live with me now,
and let me love you and be your
mother
The preacher had made q profound
| impression on his Boston congregation.
They were charmed by his simple.
| direct appeal to the heart. His fiery
emphasis. inpaSsioned dogmatic faith.
| his tenderness and the strange pathos
| o. his voice swept them off their feet.
| At night the big church was crowded
to the doors, and throngs were strug-
Cling in vain to gain admittance. At
the close OF the services he was over
whelmed with the expressions of graft
tude and heartfelt sympathy with
which they thanked him for his mes
sages,
lie was toasted and dined and taken
out into the parks behind spanking
teams, uutil his head was dizzy with
the unaccUstoined whirl.
The preacher went through it all
with heavy heart These beautiful
homes, with their rich carpets and
handsome furniture, and those long
| lines of beautiful carriages in the
| parks, made contrast with the agony
of universal ruin which he left a,
home that crushed his soul.
He FASTENED 70 tell the story of Mrs
CASTOR to genial Old merchant who
had taken a great fancy to him.
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as he quickly rose.
Come right down to my store. II
get you tAe money before the nostoftice
closes I've got tickets fri' you to e
to the Colosseum with me tonight ant
hear the music-tLe great Peace Jubi
lee. We are celebrating the return Of
| peace and prosperity and the preser
walton Of the Union. It's the creates
musical festival the world ever saw
The preacher was daZed with the
sense Of the sublimity and the pathetic
tragedy of the south that lay back O.
its JOY. 49,.
The great Colosseum, constructed
for the PURPOSE, seated more than 40,
600 people. Such a crowd he hat
never seen gathered together within
one building. The soul of the orato
In him leaped with power as he
glanced over the swaying ocean O.
human faces. There were 12,Oo
trained voices in the chorus. He hat
dreamed Of such music in heaven whe1
countless hosts of angels should gathe
| around Gods throne. He had neve
expected to hear it on earth. He wa
transported with rapture that thrilled
and lifted him above the consciousness
of time and sense.
They rendered the masterpieces
the ages The music continued hou
after hour. day after day, and nigh
after night.
The grand chorus within the Colos
scum was accompanied by the ringing
of bells in the city and the firing o
cannon on the Common discharges
in nerfect time with the melody tina
rolled upward from those 10000 voice
and broke against the gates
heaven When every voice was In ful
cry, and every instrument of musi
that man had ever devised throbbe
in harmony, and hundred anvils wer
. ringing a chorus of steel In perfec
; time, Parepa Rosa stepped forward O
. the great stage, and in voice tina
raised its splendid note of trump
over all like the trumpet OF the arcI
angel. sang 1.-The Star Spangled Bar
ner."
Men and women tainted, and on
woman died.. unable to endure tn
/ strain. The preacher turned his hea
away and looked out of the window
, A soft wind was blowing from Tn
south. On its wings were borne to ri
heart the cry of the WIDOW ana "