The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1913-07-24

! N'uTCity or seats under inc canvas
Fran found a plank without a back,
| loosely disposed. and entirely unoc-
cupied. She seated herself straight
as an Indian. and with the air of b..
! Ing very much at ease.
Tho scene was new to her. More
than a thousand villagers, ranged
along a natural dpcliyity, 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.
slide them; some were clasping con
vulsiHe hands; all we're obliviouB OF
surroundings
From the hundred members OF the
choir Fran singled out the man she
had been seeking for so many years.
II waB 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 a silken reddish mustache:
| his complexion was fair, his hair
shade between red and brown, his
eyes blue. His finely marked face
and striking bearing we're stamped
with distinction md 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 sho 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
80 near. sheltered by "A common roof.
how could he help feeling her pres.
| ence?
Tue choir.lcader rose and lifted his
baton. At his back the hundred men
and women obeyed the signal. while
hymn books nuttcred open throughout
| the congregation. Suddenly the leader
Of the choir started into Ealyanic life
| lie led the song with his sweet voice,
his swayinE body. his frantic baton,
his wild arms his impcrlous feet
with all that there was OF him, he
conducted the melodious charge upon
the ramparts oil sin and indifference
II In reposo Fran mad Thought MIN
slngularly handsome and attractive.
she now found him inspiring. HIS
| hIun pype hurupd with pyultntiO Nhilp
his magic voice seemed to thrill with
more than human ecstasy.
On the left, the heavy bass was
singing,
,, Inc ,,,ns We N"o"'
We rcap what We SOW.
We reap what we SOW"
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80 scatter little, scatter little. scatter
scatter little.
scatter niue seeds OF N'hdhess.
IN anita ~ tho wat yoIrr,o -,
,orrd nroducod nv those yoIcos 40
,or &c hy ,bo ,counapImopt az ,uo
n,nros ond y sroro.1rur, Tho yoIco ~
Hamilton Croporv soaring Huto.litn
toward heaven. seemed 70 dart
tbrouph the lnterstices of "resrs" to
thread its slender way along minutes.
lmol curyes Of silence, As me lIst.
cncd II WAS the insured truth ns Mt.
tered nv Hamilton Gregory that
brought tho message home TO con.
sciencc. AS II ono had never before
been told that ono reaps what one
sows. uneasy memory started out of
hidden places with its whisper Of seed
sown omiss Tears rose TO many ewes,
and smothcred sobs BETRAYED Intense
emotion.
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,roc,od INV WOO opa Che s,n, and