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By
this
time
various
homeward
bound
individuals
of
diverse
occupations
and
interests
noticing
this
small
group
so
advantageously
disposed
near
the
principal
thoroughfare
of
the
city
,
hesitated
a
moment
--
either
to
eye
them
askance
or
to
ascertain
the
character
of
their
work
.
And
as
they
sang
,
the
nondescript
and
indifferent
street
audience
gazed
,
held
by
the
peculiarity
of
such
an
unimportant
group
publicly
raising
its
voice
against
the
vast
skepticism
and
apathy
of
life
.
That
gray
and
flabby
and
ineffectual
old
man
,
in
his
worn
and
baggy
blue
suit
.
This
robust
and
yet
uncouth
and
weary
and
white-haired
woman
;
this
fresh
and
unsoiled
and
unspoiled
and
uncomprehending
boy
.
What
was
he
doing
here
?
And
again
that
neglected
and
thin
spinster
and
her
equally
thin
and
distrait
looking
mother
.
Of
the
group
,
the
wife
stood
out
in
the
eyes
of
the
passers-by
as
having
the
force
and
determination
which
,
however
blind
or
erroneous
,
makes
for
self-preservation
,
if
not
real
success
in
life
.
She
,
more
than
any
of
the
others
,
stood
up
with
an
ignorant
,
yet
somehow
respectable
air
of
conviction
.
And
as
several
of
the
many
who
chanced
to
pause
,
watched
her
,
her
hymn-book
dropped
to
her
side
,
her
glance
directed
straight
before
her
into
space
,
each
said
on
his
way
:
"
Well
,
here
is
one
,
who
,
whatever
her
defects
,
probably
does
what
she
believes
as
nearly
as
possible
.
"
A
kind
of
hard
,
fighting
faith
in
the
wisdom
and
mercy
of
the
definite
overruling
and
watchful
and
merciful
power
which
she
proclaimed
was
written
in
her
every
feature
and
gesture
.
The
song
was
followed
with
a
long
prayer
and
by
the
wife
;
then
a
sermon
by
the
husband
,
testimonies
by
the
others
--
all
that
God
had
done
for
them
.
Then
the
return
march
to
the
hall
,
the
hymnals
having
been
gathered
,
the
organ
folded
and
lifted
by
a
strap
over
the
husband
's
shoulder
.
And
as
they
walked
--
it
was
the
husband
that
commented
:
"
A
fine
night
.
It
seemed
to
me
they
were
a
little
more
attentive
than
usual
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
returned
the
younger
woman
that
had
played
the
organ
.
"
At
least
eleven
took
tracts
.
And
one
old
gentleman
asked
me
where
the
mission
was
and
when
we
held
services
.
"
"
Praise
the
Lord
,
"
commented
the
man
And
then
at
last
the
mission
itself
--
"
The
Star
of
Hope
.
Bethel
Independent
Mission
,
Meetings
every
Wednesday
and
Saturday
night
,
8
to
10
.
Sundays
at
11
,
3
,
8
.
Everybody
welcome
.
"
And
under
this
legend
in
each
window
--
"
God
is
Love
.
"
And
below
that
again
in
smaller
type
:
"
How
long
since
you
wrote
to
Mother
.
"
"
Kin
'
I
have
a
dime
,
grandma
?
I
wana
'
go
up
to
the
corner
and
git
an
ice-cream
cone
.
"
It
was
the
boy
asking
.
"
Yes
,
I
guess
so
,
Russell
.
But
listen
to
me
.
You
are
to
come
right
back
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
will
,
grandma
,
sure
.
You
know
me
.
"
He
took
the
dime
that
his
Grandmother
had
extracted
from
a
deep
pocket
in
her
dress
and
ran
with
it
to
the
ice-cream
vendor
.
