Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1913-06-20

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Fran found plank without a back.
loosely disposed. and entirely unoc-
cupied She seated herself, straight
as an Indian, and with the air Of be-
Ing very much at ease.
The scene was new to her. More
than thousand villagers, ranged
along a natural declivity, looked down
| upon the platform OF undressed pine.
In front of the platform men and
women were kneeling on the ground.
Some were bathed In tears; some
were praying aloud; some were talk
Ing to those who stood. or knelt be-
side them; some were clasping con-
vuisive hands; all were obliyious OF
surroundings.
From the hundred members of the
| choir. Fran singled out the man she
had been seeking for so many years.
It was easy enough to distinguish him
from the singers who crowded the
platform. not only by his baton which
proclaimed the choir-leader, but by
his resemblance to the picture she had
discovered In New York Sunday
Supplement.
Hamilton Gregory was clean-shaved
except for silken reddish mustachc;
his complexion was fair, his hair
shade between red and brown, his
eyes blue His finely marked face
and striking bearing were stamped
with distinction and grace.
1t was strange to Fran that be did
not once glance In her direction
True. there was nothing In her APP
pearance to excite especial attention,
but she had looked forward to meet
ing him ever since she could remem-
Der. Now that her eyes were fast
ened on his face. now that they were
so near, sheltered by common roof,
how could he help feeling her pres
ence?
The choir-leader rose and lifted his
baton. AT his back the hundred men
and women obeyed Tie signal, wlfiie
hymn-books fiuttered open throughout
the congregation. Suddenly the leader
of the choir started into galvanic life.
He led the song with his sweet voice.
his swaying body. his frantic baton,
his wild arms. his imperious feet.
With all that there was OF him, he
conducted the melodious charge upon
the ramparts OF sin and indifference.
II In repose Fran had thought him
singularly handsome and attractive.
she now found him inspiring His
| blue eyes burned with exaltation while
| his magic voice seemed to thrill with
more than human ecstasy.
On the left. the heavy bass was
singing.
zone thing We know.
Wherever we GO
We reap what we SOW.
We reap what we SOW"
While these words were being doled
! out at long and impressive intervals,
like the tolllng of heavy bell, more
than half hundred soprano voices
were hastily getting in their requisite
number Of half-notes, thus
80 scatter little. scatter little. scatter
scatter little.
Scatter little seeds of kindness"
In spite of the vast volume of
sound produced by these voices, as
we'll as by the accompaniment OF two
pianos and snare-drum, the voice of
Hamilton Gregory, soaring fiute-iike
toward heaven. seemed to dart
through the interstices of rests" TO
thread its slender way along minutes
imal curves of silence. AS one list
ened, it was the inspired truth as ut
tered by Hamilton Gregory that
| brought the message home to con
sciehce AS II one had never before
been told that one reaps what one
sows. uneasy memory started out of
hidden places with its whisper OF seed
Gown amiss. Tears rose to many eyes.
and smothered sobs betrayed intense
emotion.
OF those who we're not in the least
affected, Fran was one. She saw and
heard Hamilton Gregory'a impassioned
earnestness, and OWNED his yearning
to touch many hearts; nor did she
doubt that he would then and there
have given hislife to press home upon
the erring that they must ultimately
reap what they were sowing. Never
theless she was altogether unmoyed.
1t would have been easier for her TO
laugh than to cry.
Although the preacher had ceased
his exhortations for the singing Of
the eyangelistic hymn. he was by no
means at the and OF his resources.
Standing at tSs margin of the plat.
form. looking out on the congregation,
! he slowly moved back and forth his
! magnetic arms In parallel lines. Not
' one word did he speak. Even between
T the verses, when he might have striv-
Q en- against the pianos and the snare
T drum, he maintained his terrible ST.
g lence. But as he fixed his ardent eyes
upon space, as he moved those impel
ling arms. a man would rise here. q
a woman start up Internationally OF