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There wag a platform about two feet above the floor where the army was taking uii Its position for the meeting as Stuart entered. Although many of the miners had gone over to De Mott that day in antlcl patlou of the excitement when the new men came in. there wan still a large number of men In Champion. The ball was crowded. Not a place was left for landing room except at the rear near the door and the aisle which by com mon practice was left open for converts to march dowu and kneel at the altar. The man with the big drum was sta tioned out at . the end of the platform and had difficulty to tiud room enough to swing his arm as hard as ha wanted to, and once during the STtaing as b flung his drumatlck back to bang his Instrument on a halleluiah eberua he struck one of the interested spectators who was leaning eagerly forward a good, amsrt blow oa the nose. This in cident created a little confualon, but It waa soon quieted. Stuart was Intensely lnterestsd in the meeting as It progressed. He was fa miliar with the outdoor meetings, and be had seen the army in its great gath erings in London, but he was In a con dition himself at this particular time. In hia own personal history and expe rience, to feel a peculiar and special in terest In this particular meeting. He was sitting about six rows from the front and next to the aisle, where be could see everything distinctly. The audience was mostly men, though sev eral of the miners' wives and some of the younger women were scattered about la the crowd. The service start ed with a vigorous solo and chorua The major, a large, fine faced English man, with a voice that shook the win dows, started in with the song, 1 wai a deep dyed aiancr, Juit at dtep 1 could be, and the army came In with a rattling chonn to the Bowery tune of "Swim Out, O'Grady!" The verse and chorua ran like this: I a drrp drtd iinr.fr. Just in (Wn at I could be; But. praiM Cod for ulvatioo. Tod)' I know I'm freel I tiav Uod'i Binitt upon Die aow; Of lu ll I have no fears, Wtrn the devil conies and tempta raa, U hj, I wlmper lu hia ears: cnoBns, Get nut, Mephistol 1 have no uae for you. I'm m soldier in the trmr. Anil to Jihus I'll be true. I'm flRhtinir 'neath the colors, The fellow, red and blue. Get out, old devil, get outl There were live verses, the last one concluding the second or tinal chorus as follows: A word about the collection. For we want a (rood one sure; The devil often tells me That to Kive I sm too poor, Which makes me go down deeper When the timbrel cornel my way. Anil my action brings a blessing sure And helps me when I sa : SKCOKD CHOKl'S. Get out, old devil) . v. I've lost my lovt for you. ' ' ' I'm a soldier in the army, And to Jesus I'll be true. Tm nxhting 'neath the colors. The yellow, red and blue. Get out, old devil, get outl It would be Impossible to describe the effect of this song on the audience. The Cornish people were groat lovers of music. Itefore the stalwart soloist had finished two verses of the song nearly every foot In the audience, and there was not a light foot In it, was heating time on the hard board floor, ami at the conclusion of the third verse nearly every person In the ball was roaring out the words of the chorus with the army, although they had not been Invited to sing on this particular selection. The army did not seem In the least disturbed, however. It would take more than a slight Incident like that to disturb the Salvation Army of Champion. At the conclusion of song everybody on the platform kneeled down. Hhena Dwlgbt was in the center of the Utile group. The audience was as quiet now as It had been noisy be fore. There was a smoky kerosene lamp just over her head, and as she kneeled there in the midst of those rougli surroundings Stuart could uol crowd back the thought of what this girl had been and what she was uow. The refinement of her face was remark able. It had seen a great trouble, but Withal It was a face t hat had seen a great victory. She prayed very mncl as she hud tiie first tinm Stuart bearu her. The army broke In frequently With "Amen!" and "Halleluiah!" but not noisily or In a way really to Inter rupt Stuart glanced through the crowd nud saw here and there tears running over rough cheeks of men and women. Then he bowed his own head, and when the prayer was finish ed and he lifted up his face agalh something like tears wet his own eye lashes. Immediately after Rhena's prayer half a dozen short prayers were offer ed by different members f tbe army Then they rose to tlielr feet again, ami one of the halleluiah lasses came for ward to the front of the platform and sang with :i tambourine nccoiupaul ment, while two other members went down into i lie aisle with their Instru ments, which they paused around as collection boxes, A meager contribu tion of pennies rattled mi the parch mem covets of the tambomines while the son and chorus rose loud and de termined: Ob, I'm clad I am converted In the snny of the Lord! Oh, I'm kIsiJ I am converted In the army. 1 CHORCS. . , Reign, oh, reign, my Saviouri J KeiRn, oh, reign, my I.ordl ' Send the sanctifying power t In the army of tht Lord, v Send the sanctifying power lo the array. He will glre you grice to conquer In the army of the Lord; tie will give you grace to conquer In the army. He will ail you with hia spirit In the army of the Lord; He will fill you with hia spirit la the army. Oh, I feel the power la coming In the Army of tht Lord, Oh, I feel the power is coming In the Army! It was at the close of the collection that Hhena spoke. As long as he lived Stuart will nsrer forget tbe feeling with which he listened nor the Im presslon made upon the rough, uncul tured audience. Where had this young woman, reared In the hothouse atmos phere of society, trained to ita artificial politeness and refinement, caught tbe spirit which knows how to speak to ge oeople of the atreet and the mine aad tba coarse toll of humble homes Certain It was aba had eaught It, and tba eld storage room, with its audience ( stolid, hardened, rough men and women, waa the acene of a strange victory of apirlt over spirit Rhena's voice was a wonderful help. It was very clear and strong for auch a little body. It penetrated Into the souls of the people. But It waa what she said that held them bound like captives to her will. She spoke simply, lovingly, with true enthusiasm, of the great love of God In sending his Son Into the world. It was not preaching: It was a message of one saved soul to others who were still la perlL Hhe spoke only a few minutes, and aa she closed she asked those who were under conviction to come forward and kneel by tbe platform. At once an old man stumbled out in to the aisle. He was partly under the Influence of liquor, and If It bad not been for the friendly pushes of tbe peo ple on either side of the aisle as he tumbled up first against one, then against another, It Is doubtful if he would have succeeded In getting aa far aa the platform. He did reach it, how ever, and kneeled down after a fashion, resting his hesd and arms on tbe plat form st Hhena s feet Instantly, In a voice that thrilled every ear in the room, Hhena started the song: Bet urn. O wanderer, return. And seek your Father's face I Those new desires that in you bum Were kindles by nil grace. Return, O wanderer, return I ... He heart your humble ilgh. He area your softened spirit mourn V When no one else is nigh. Return, O wanderer, return! Your 8iTiour bida you lire; Come to hie cross, and you will lean How freely he'll forgive. Each time tbe army came In with the chorus: Oh, you must be a lorer of the Lord Or you can't go to heaven when you diet The contrast between the absolutely cultivated tone of the song in the verses snd the noisy, drum accompa nied rattle of the chorus was startling to Stuart. He winced at It every time. Hhena did not seem in the least dis turbed. She smiled at the enthusiastic swing of the arm that beat the big drum and nodded her head In time to the rush of tbe chorus as It was also caught up by the audience. Several persons went forward and knelt during this song. At Its conclu sion tire major, who seemed In com mand this evening, called for testimo nies. They came, brief and simple, from nearly every member of the army on tbe platform and were listened to in perfect silence, which was sometimes followed by a clapping of bauds in the audience or by the rest of the army. Tbe testimonies generally consisted of a brief statement, something like this: "Two months ago I found Jesus right here In this room, praise be bis name! He Is very precious to my soul." "The Lord spoke to me from the cross Just three weeks ago tonight, and I gave him my heart Halleluiah!" "I was a drunken, worthless sinner a year ago. Now 1 am redeemed, washed In the blood of the Lamb, and I am not ashamed to teslfy of his sal vation." "Before I was converted and Joined the army I was known ss 'Scaly Joe, tbe whisky soak.' Now I'm a new man; haven't had a nip for more'n a month, and my name is Joseph now, snd don't you forget It! Amen!" One of the late converts among the women came forward, and In a trem bling voice, with tears running down her cheeks, she Bald, while the laughter raised by "Scaly Joe's" testimony sud denly ceased: 'I was an outcast on Cod's earth only a short time ago. Tbe army found me and told iue of the love of Jesus. I'm redeemed anil my sins all washed away In the precious blood. Clory be to bis name!" Now to Stuart, as be k. . there lis tening to all this, a great torrent of feeling came. It rose In him like a "Thank you, Mr. Duncan, Jor telling tne," she mid timply. swelling tide, and he did not try to repress It There was something very wonderful to him In tbe rude, rough, simple manner In which these men and women of the common people spoke of sins forgiven and a personsl Saviour. It all coincided with bis own experi ence of only a few days before. It was tbe last thing In tbe world be bad expected to do when be came Into tbe hall, but now It aeemed tbe most nat ural and necessary thing, and, acting under what be believed to be a leading of tbe divine Impulse, he rose, and. with all the people In tbe audience and on tbe platform looking at blm and In tbe midst of silence that waa painful, be said. "My friends, I want to aay with these other saved souls that 1 have also lately felt Cod's hand and acknowledge Jesus Christ to be my personal Saviour, and by hia help I mean to live as becomes hia disciple." It waa a vary simple, unaffected atatement, entirely free from anything like cant or parade of one'a conver aion. But It produced a very marked effect upon every one in tbe hall Rhena Dwlgbt flushed, then paled again, and her Hps parted aa If abe were offering a prayer. The members of the army remained motionless. Tbe eld miners who bad known him aa a boy stared at Stuart aa if he were an other person, aa Indeed he was now. j He wan still standing where he had ' risen, and all eyea were upon blm, : when through the alienee of the room ! came the sound of a host of marching ' feet It waa a measured, heavy sound, and instantly every man In the ' room had risen. Some one near tbe door ahouted Into tbe room: 'There's been a fight down at De Mott! They'a bringing soldiers up barer' The next Instant every man in the room waa struggling for the door. Stuart was near the platform, and It aeemed like the most natural thing in the world that In the confusion that attended the sudden and unceremo nious exit of the audience he should be talking with Rhena Dwlgbt. And In the midst of all the noise of overturning chairs and the growing tumult Just outside the door of the hsll Stuart told her bla experience of the morning, when he had for the first time felt the personal touch of the di vine power and heard the call to his soul, "Follow ate," as tbe living and risen Christ bad spoken to him. Some how It seemed altogether the most nat ural thing In the world that this part of hia inner life should become known to thla slight, earnest faced figure In the Salvation costume. Rhena clasped her bands together, and her eyes glis tened with tears. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan, for telling me," abe aald simply. It all took a few minutes only, and Stuart after speaking to some of the other members of the army and receiv ing a hearty "God bless you, sir!" from all of them, started to go out. When half way down tbe aisle be turned and went hurriedly back and said : "Miss Dwlgbt, I hope you will not risk your life In the crowd tonight. I don't know what the men are going to do, but you have dared enough already. I beg you will not venture among the miners tonight." He did not wait to hear her reply. She looked surprised, and as he went ont he wondered if be had spoken more like commanding than beaeechlng. But, once out In the street, he was absorbed In the sight that met him In the square which had lately been the scene of so much excitement. As tbe facts grew upon him Stuart asked himself if the events of the strike were about to come to a climax with a tragedy that night. During the evening, while he had been at tbe Vos plalnes' and In the 8alvatlon Army hall, tbe miners at De Mott bad come In conflict with the troops, and In the fight that took place the troops bnd tired, killing two of the men and wounding several others. Before an other volley was fired, however, the miners bsd fairly swarmed over the handful of troops, disarmed them, and after a brief but fiery debate they had resolved on a vengeance that to the mind of the north men was in keeping with the occasion. They had secured the officers and men of tbe two troops and placing them In the center of the crowd marched them over the range to Champion, there determined to give them a abort trial by tbe public mob and then shoot the officers. They had marched over to Champion because the two miners who had been killed had lived there. The bodies were brought over with the crowd, carried Into the square and placed at the foot of the band stand. The captured men and of fleers were massed directly lu front of the dead bodies. The great crowd of miners filled the entire space outside and around the stand. All this Stnsrt learned as he came out Into the street, ne was glck at heart ns the truth grew on htm. Never in all his life bad he seen the Cornish men, the Danes, the few Italians, the Norwegians, all so united and so pos sessed with the one thought of venge ance. The moon was fully up now. and it flooded the square with its mel low light. It was frosty, and not n breath of air was stirring. Never had Stuart Imagined such a scene possible In the town of Champion. A dozen men had gone up in the band stand. The tragedy was about to begin by the public trial of tbe troops, to be follow ed by the predetermined shooting of at least half a dozen of them. For a moment Stuart remained mo tionless, smitten with dumb hopeless ness. Tbe whole town was In the grasp of the mob. The handful of police was powerless. What could possibly resist the torrent that was about to be let loose, and where would it end? There was no hope of assistance from other troops nearer than Hancock, 100 miles away. Before they could arrive the tragedy would be acted out. Stuart groaned as be thought of Eric and his Influence. Nevertheless he had him aelf Just begun to spring Into the crowd and raise his voice alone against the Impending horror when some one pulled him over backward, nearly throwing him off his feet, and the voice of Dr. Saxon said: "Two of the biggest fools on earth are out here tonight, and if you will be another we'll make a combination bard to beat!" "What! How'a that?" cried Stuart In amasement And hia surprise was doubled when the doctor, who had reached out from his buggy and caught Stuart, threw back the robe and dis closed Eric's deathly face as he re clined on the seat beside blm. "Eric! You here!" Stuart waa Uke one seeing things In a dream. "Quick I If anything la going to be done, do It with a streak of lightning under It to help It along!" cried tbe doc- tor. He spoke to Stuart rapidly. I waa at De Mott tonight when the trou ble occur led. I drove back here and came around by the Benry road past th bouse, I stopped a minute to aee Brie, tad when I told him the men were marching Into Champion with the troops he swore by all his old Anglo Saxon gods that he must come down here and talk to the men. And here he Is. It'll probably end him up, but he said if I didn't bring him down with me he'd get up and try to walk It any way. If be dies. It's suicide and not a case of malpractice, but he may pull through all right, for It beats the Dutch what a lot of doctoring It takes to kill off one of these labor agitators. Here! Help him out Stuart Con found blm If he doesn't want to get up there In tbe midst of tbe high priests of this strike till the last arm ed foe expires! Gently now! I'll wager 2 a day he ll faint away before he can open hia mouth to say hia little ! oration!" All this from tbe doctor as with the utmost skill and tenderness he assisted Stuart to lift Eric out of the buggy and then helped bear him right into the crowd, where Eric, who was suffering the most awful pain, motioned the two to carry blm. After all, it waa not surprising that Eric was here thla night. Stuart real ized what it might mean as be shouted to the miners around him to make room for Eric. The men exclaimed at sight of these two men carrying the fainting form of their young leader, and they fell back, opening a path for their passage up to the band stand. When they reached that Eric cried In a voice that gave Stuart more hope than he had yet dared to feel: "Right up the stairs! Quick! I'm able to speak to tbe men. Please Cod, they shall not do this great wrong tonight." Some of the men In the stand came part way down the rude steps and helped Stuart and the doctor. After all, they did not know Eric's motive in coming out this way. And they were under his Influence still and probably I had no thought of resisting any at tempt he might make to address the crowd. So Eric was carried up, and the doc tor and Stuart brought him forward and partly held hliu on his feet, look ing out over a scene that became a part of the life memory of them all. The moon was at the full, and there j was no need of torches or lamps. The two dead men had been placed upon a rude platform of boards at the foot of the band stand and elevated so that their forms could be visible to the miners, even those who were at a dis tance. Their faces, uncovered, stared straight upward In the cold midnight. Tbe captured soldiers were ranged di rectly In front of the bodies, and the force of the great mob. Indeed, crowded then up to the very edge of the ghastly I platform so that some of them stood I touching It. The square Itself all about the soldiers was black with the mob. j All the faces were set and stern. All 1 were lifted toward the stand as Erie stood there confronting them. He la a great man who knows the way to the heart of a mob. Probably there was not n soul in all Champion that night who knew bow to place his hands on the strings of emotion and : Impulse as Eric Vnssall knew when It was a question of dealing with the men whom he loved and In whose cause he had voluntarily given up nil ambitions j that most men allow to grow when they are conscious of their nblllty to rise above their fellows. Eric assumed 1 the right to speak at this crisis as the ' right of one who sacrificed more than any man piesent for the sacred cause of labor. And no man in the stand dared to deny blm that privilege or In terrupt his purpose. What do men say on such occasions? It (a doubtful If Stuart or the doctor, who heard every word, could bave told afterward what Eric said. Every word burned like tire In the nir, but It did not belong to the catalogue of speeches easily repeated. The doctor was amaz ed at the power of Eric's voice. It rang out like a trumpet and reached the farthest point It meant, of course, that the collapse would come after the strain, and Saxon watched him nar rowly to see the llrst sign of It The main current of Eric's appeal flowed through the one channel of preserving unstained the sacred cause for which the men had sacrificed all they bad and were. Tbe pleasure of tasting venge ance would last but a little while. The cause of labor would be killed so far as they were concerned oneo and for all If law was broken or vengeance taken this night. He appealed to the reli glous clement, which he knew was strong In hundreds of the men befor? him. He reminded them of the pray ers that had been offered from the very place where he now stood. How could a Just God or a merciful Saviour look with anything but horror upon men who had vowed to love and obey him plunging luto such a crime? And. o'u. for the cause they represented! Was it not dearer to them than the killing of & few men In revenge? Would that bring to life again their brothers? Who was there who did not feel for the wrongs and Injustices of the working men if he did not? Yet In his vision of events he clearly saw that never In bis lifetime or that of their children's chil dren would they lessen those wrongs or obtain Just rights as men If by an act of passion they broke the already too Blender bond of sympathy that united tbe great public with them now. Eric bad never put so much of him self Into an appeal before. It bad nev er cost so much. It would be a wonder ful triumph for him If he could prevail tonight And he believed he could see signs of a yielding on the part of the men. If only he could bold out a little longer! He reeled In tbe arms of Stu art and the doctor. All his senses throb bed with agony. The panorama of tbe square floated before him in a mist of moonlight, and the dull murmur of tbe mob broke on hia ears like a faroff surf on an ocean coast He felt bis voice falling him, hie tongue seemed like ashes In his mouth, and still It aeemed to blm he must go on. It waa aow, aa Eric began to feel earth and heaven slipping away from him before be had completed his heart's desire or before his words had wrought their work In the men'a mlnda or acted on conscience and reason, although they had listened in a wonderful . lence It waa now that a voice rose from the steps of the Salvation Array hall, which waa close by the railway depot and. Indeed, made one corner of the square of Champion. It was the voice of Rhena Dwlght and she waa not speaking, but singing. We have said that the Cornishman la a great lover of music and very suscep tible to Ita Influence. Rhena had found that ont from her contact with tbe miners and tbeir families since coming to Champion. It waa not a remarkable thing, therefore, that as she stood and listened to Eric that night she was In to use the gift which God had given her. More than once she had seen an gry passions calmed and brute im pulses shamed at the sound of in voice, and as Eric began to faint awav Rhena, moved by one of those true ln aplratlons of life which would to God more of us might follow, broke Into a song which swept like an angel's over that hushed and wondering audience. The clear, frosty nlr bore every word I and note to the ear of the thousands of men who stood packed Into the square. "I'm rcaily tn conmrratc cirrj cent pousM to the yooci of riutnnnfty." The distance was not very great, an.l I the voice was cultivated, the euunela tlon distinct and exact. But the pathos, the entreaty, the warning, how did i Hhena sing nil that except by the help of the divine power who takes and uses j poor, weak human powers to his glory when they submit themselves to hi will In the consecration of his gifts': She sang while tbe mob listened: It'a true there'a a beautiful city, That ita atreets are paved with cold. So earthly tongue can descntie It; Ita gloriea can never be told, But I know, 1 know, I know I ajiall be there. Your loved ones dwell In that city. Whom you plaoed beneath the sod. When your heart felt nigh to breaking And you promised you'd serve your liod. Will you, will you, Say, will yuu meet me there! There none but the pure and the huly Cin ever enter in; You have no hope of ita glory If atill you're the servant of sin. Kgd Bleaa Ood. blese Cod, ' Bless Ood, you may be there! Yea, you can go there, my brother, For Jesus haa died on the tree. And that same precious blood is flinvintf That washed a poor sinner like me. Will you, will you, Will you now waah and be clean? W All who enter that glorious city Have made their garments of white, slave trod in the Saviour's footstep; They've battled for God and for right, 1 long, 1 long, I long to meet you there. nad ever singer such an audience, snch an occasion or such a purpose lu using the divine passion of song? Long before she had finished Eric had faint ed dead away, and Stuart ami the due tor were caring for him as be lay on the floor of the baud stand, his up turned face as ghastly white as those two below. But Stuart's senses throb bad to that song as they never had to any triumphant aria that ever swept through the gilded, perfumed opera bouses of Europe. What were all those singers there to this one who was using her gift to help save life and pre vent crime? It Is probable that Stuarl Duncan laid his heart at the feet of Hhena Dwlght that evening. He bad already surrendered his soul to il It was no less n sucrcd mingling of that with all the rest of his recent ei perlence that he lifted up his heart I" tbe height of loving this woman. The song ceased. The men breathed deeper, as If they had been holding their breath during the singing, and a murmur swelled over the square. It grew every second, but the mob was not the same. The better punises la hundreds of tbe men had been stirred. They were not brutal or cruel or law less men for the most port; but. on the contrary, very many of them were deeply religious, and above all else they desired to see the cause of labor triumph. The facts so clearly pre sented by Eric were undeniable. One of the older men began to speak now from the stand. They had come up to Champion to take the law Into tlielr own hands. The question was. In th light of sober reason, what would the results be if they should do this thin In hot blood? Eric waa right about It There arose a storm of cries from tbe crowd at thla point for a division oa tbe question. "What did the union de cider "Bide by the union In the mat ter!" "Aye, aye; that's reaaon!" "Vote!" "Declalon!" The vote was accordingly taken. Should the soldiers and officers be dealt with by the miners for the death of tbe two men or should they be handed over to the authorities to await due process of law? The vote was taken by hands. Leas than a fourth of the men thrust up their hands with clubs la them oa the vote to deal with the
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