Putnam patriot., 1913-04-04
THE PUTNAM PATRso. April 1913
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except for a silken reddish Hustacne: {: his complexion was fair, his hair a shade between red and brown, his eyes blue His finely marked face and striking bearing were stamped with distinction and grace.
 It was strange to Fran that he did not once glance in her direction. True, thee was nothing in her ap- 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 ence7
 The choir-leader rose and lifted his baton. At his back the hundred men and women obeyed the signal, while 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. If 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.
 Al. yx4k Al singing,
 "One think 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 tolling of a heavy bell, moro than half a hundred soprano voices were hastily getting in their requisite number of halfnotes, thus "so 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 well as by the accompaniment of two pianos and snare-drum. the voice of Hamilton Gregory, soaring fiute-likeI toward heaven, seemed to dart through the interstices of rests" to thread it's slender way along infnites-i imal curves of silence. As one list-l ened, it was the inspired truth as ut tered by Hamilton Gregory that! brought the message home to coa-i science. As If one had never before been told that one reaps what one sows, uneasy memory started out of hidden places with it's whisper of seed. sown amiss. Tears rose to many eyes. and smothered sobs betrayed intensei emotion.
 Of those who were rot in the least affected, Fran was one. She saw and heard Hamilton Gregorys impassioned earnestness. and diyined his yearning. to touch many hearts; nor did she doubt that he would then and there have given his life to press home upon the erring that they must ultimately reap what they were sowing. Never tneIeSS S0t Wdb hito6tihOi It would have been easier for her to, laugh than to cry.
 Although the preacher had ceased his exhortations for the singing of the evangelistic hymn. he was by noi means at the end of his resouEes.l Standing at the 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 the verses, when he might have striva en against the pianos and the snare drum, he maintained his terrible si- lence. But as he fixed his ardent eyes upon space. as he moved those impel-, ling arms, man would rise here, a woman start up internationally. or eagerly. the unsaved would press their way to the group kneeling at the front. Prayers and groans rose louder Jubilant shouts of religious victory were more frequent. One could now hardly hear the choir as h in sisted