The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1913-11-18

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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 n thousand villagers, ranged
along a natural decllvity, 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
wero praying aloud; some we're talk.
ing to those who stood. or knelt be.
side them; some were clasping con.
vulsive hands; all were ~oblivious OF
surroundings.
From the hundred members of the
choir. Fran single out the man she
had been seeking for &C many years.
1t was easy enough to distinguish him
from the singers who crowded the
platform, not only by his baton which
proclaimed the ch~oir-leader, but by
his resemblance to the picture she had
discovered In a New York Sunday
Supplement.
Hamilton Gregory was clean-shaved
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his complexion was fair, his hair n
shade between red and brown, his
eyes blue. His finely marked face
and striking bearing were stamped
with distinction and grace.
II was strange to Fran that he did
not once glance In her direction.
True. there 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 a common roof,
how could he help feeling her pres
ence?
The cholr.leader rose and lifted his
baton. At his back the hundred men
and ONE obeyed the signal, while
hymn-books fiuttered open throughout
he congregation. Suddenly the leader
If 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.
Z in repose Fran had thought him
singularly handsome and attractive,
she now found him inspiring. His
blue eyes burned with eXaltatlon while
mis- magic voice seemed TO thrill with
more than human ecstasy.
On the left, the heavy bass was
singing,
lone think we know.
Wherever we go
We reap what we SOW.
We reap what We SOW"
While these words were being doled
Dut at long and impressive intervals.
ike the tolling OF a heavy bell. more
han half a hundred soprano voices
we're hastily getting in their requisite
lumber of half-notes. 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
we'll as by the accompaniment OF two
pianos and a snare-drum, the voice OF
hamilton Gregory, soaring tiute.like
.oward heaven. seemed TO dart
through the interstices OF rests" to
bread its slender way along minutes.
nal curves Of silence. As n list.
med. II was the inspired truth as Ut.
cred by Hamilton Gregory that
brought the message home 10 con.
science, As II II had never before
been told that one reaps what n
lows, uneasy memory started out OF
hidden places with its whisper of seed
'Own amiss. Tears ros to many eyes
md smothered sobs betrayed intense
emotion.
or those who were not In the least
affected. Fran was one She saw and
ieard Hamilton Gregory's impassioned
sarnestness, and OWNED his yearning
o touch many hearts; nor did she
loubt that he would then and there
lave given his life TO press home upon
he erring that they must ultimately
'eap what they were sowing. Never
.heless she was altogether unmoved.
Il would have been easier for her to
hugh than 10 cry.
Although the preacher had ceased
his exhortations for the singing OF
he evangelistic hymn. he was by no
means at the end OF his %esource
Standing at the margin of the plat
'orm, looking out on the congregation,
he slowly moved back and forth his
magnetic arms in parallel lines. Not
me word did he speak. Even between
the verses. when he might have striv-
IN against the pianos and the snare
drum. he maintained his terrible 81.
lence. But as he fixed his ardent eyes
upon space. as he moved those impel-
ling arms, a man would rise here, a
! woman start up there-reluctantly, or
eagerly, the unsaved would press
heir way to the group kneeling at
the front. Prayers and groans rose
louder. JubiIant shouts OF religious
victory were more frequent. One could