The Cordova daily times., 1915-01-23
l r WAR PRAYER
 H l J R

BERLIN, Jan. il-(CorreSpOndenc of the Associated Press) The "war prayer hour" has become a feature of the capitals daily life. It Is one of those institutions of the war whose inauguration nobody noticed in the first excitement, but which since then have forced the attention of the public by virture of being helpful. The "war prayer hour" is at nine every even.
 ing and is held in most of the churches of Berlin.
 The people who attend the hour" make a most interesting crowd. which could not be better described than was done by one of the feullletoists of the Vossische Zeitung.
 Over the maze of streets hangs a heavy wet evening. in whose mists the street lamps look like so many dying suns surrounded by sheafs of red rays. Under them moves busv crowd and bustling trafic-not quite so large as at other times. The stream of humanity on the sidewalk seems indefatiguable-ine It is made up of business people fol. lowing their daily habits. of soldiers who carry arms in white and black slings, officers in smart city uniforms. and women.
 Over it all breaks of a sudden the deep, metallic voince of the church bells, calling upon man to look from the things on Earth to those Above. It is nine-the hour of the war pray CT.
 Through the main portal of the church the crowd begins to enter large families mostly and now and then venerable couple. But through the small side doors enter hundreds of women-the ttmid, the lonely ! Dark still reigns in the pompous church interior, hiding the glistening mosaics and the other stony splendor. But the senses establish that the i church is croweded long before it is time for the service to commence crowded with those who seek comfort and consolation.
 "The clock strikes nine-the war prayer hour has come! Of a sudden the lights in the vaults above flash up, filling thes interior with a light as strong as that of day. And with this comes the mighty flood of the organ, rising and rising until it has reached sublime and overwhelming volume in Glory Be Unto God on High
 Light floods the church and in it faces and expressions may be studied. It is surprising, though easily explain ed, that three-quarters of those pres ent are women. There are old and wrinkled mothers; pale and sad girls young and beautiful women. And each of them brought her own sorrow her own troubles to the holy place, al of them seek refuge from some angu ish or impending fate in this abode o spiritual elevation and sublime un worldiness.
 "Women, women. nothing but wo men. Out on the fields of the enem!
 fights united people of brothers, and here within cold walls suffers, st it appears, a united people of sisters, "Out on the street they are al
 strangers to one another. Here in tn, house of God they stand one auothe near, In silent throng beat a thous
 and pulses, but in the tempo of a com
 mon misery and common longing
 for consolation and a lessening of thei
 burden. There is the mother wh,
 trembles for her son, the wife wht fears for the life companion and tn
 father, and the girl who prays for tn future husband.
 The man in the pulpit utters kin, and timely words. and when the orgai peals forth: We Come Before The . with Prayer, then all answer witt resignation and the decision to accep their fate as a lot cast by the Su preme. When the last tones of tn organ die, it is no longer fear tn
 throng senses but reverence and COT : solation.
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