The One Woman

t drops of snow. The cars were still crowded, the aisles full and the platforms jammed, though it was seven o'cl

to-night," he muttered. "This a

hrough the dense mass packed at the doors, wedging his big form roughly among the women, to the centre of the car, and mechanically seized a s

his home in the face

ed at him

et home earlier," he sai

ss Ransom was assisting you. I went to the church and found you had g

s not have anothe

of breath," she

age with Van Meter. This one man had ruled the church with his rod of gold for twenty years. He had established a mission station on th

ined Van Meter. He had attempted to corner the bread market. The wheat crop had been ruin

rner had failed. It was reported that he had made an assignment. This had proved a mistake. His long-established credit and his high

hurch's work. He was specially anxious to know the effect of the reverse on the imagination of t

terview before the meeting. The Deacon was cool and polit

, to learn of your p

h his tongue, looked Gordon sq

statement concerning that corner re

d uneasily in his cha

nd despair, I pray God's everlasting curse to fall. I am glad your corner failed. The wo

rmission I will return

ke a statement to the Bo

and made some notes of th

s graveyard. He had won his great audience. His voice had not been drowned in the roar of the breakers of this ocean of flesh, but he had met bitter disillusioning. As he looked into the faces of his Board of Trustees

s swallow cabinets, presidents, princes and kings, and rush on their way without a thought whether they lived or died. He had made himself heard. But this power that worshiped a dollar and

g ocean of materialism, fluttered hopelessly about for a year or two like a frighte

s thunder, and then be strangled in a little yellow pudd

o it," he growled,

meeting, the dozen m

on the inspire

t depend for such a building enterprise involving millions, has declared his hostility t

ation, this week at his home. I laid our great plan before him. I found him a big man, a man who thinks big thoughts, and does big things. He told me frankly he was h

ips and tried to lift

ur intention to demand a vote t

t

e vote first and hear

wish to go befo

d to sit down, but, wheeling, he again

of the city's corruption, the poverty of the poor, and so on. Every now and then we see such sacred fires burning in the heart of a country parson called to town. Yet, in

ury as he fairly hissed the last sentence of his speech. He was not an impressive man

I see in your faces the folly of it. I make an announcement to you. The Temple will be built, with or without you. I

You can pray till you're blue in the face and you will never get money enough to buy a lot on

," the young

your Soup-House Sarahs, Hallelujah Johns nor decorative bums testifying here to the power of miracles, while we wonder whether our overcoats will be on the ra

atoes in it. There's hope for a fool, he may be turned from h

all potato is before

r sn

tatively, without noti

y, for littleness in the world of morals, I have seen nothing on earth, or under it, quite so small as a well-to-do New Yorker. He has little brains, or culture, and only the rudiments of common sense, but, being from New York, he assumes eve

he put on his hat

or's salary a thousand dollars and add it to the music fund