Decatur Democrat, Volume 44, Number 1, Decatur, Adams County, 15 March 1900 — Page 7

IS HIS STEPS. <‘Wh2t WoulJ Jccc3 Do?” Ey OHARLLS M, CULLDON. and publish"' in book ft rm by. Publishing Co. < t Chicago.] [CONTINUED.] reached out her hand and took ter mother s It was trembling Mrs. c e’lin? hlld never KhoWn ', :WC n d u r ’ " , s so- hot vounger daughter, and her *7 * demand now was the first real ” o f any confidence in Felicia's still kneeled, holding her mother’s trembling hand, and prayed, n was doubtful if she had ever prayed ‘ , n d before. She must have said in her waver the words that her mother needed for when it was silent in the Lm the invalid was weeping softly. nd her nervous tension was over. Felicia staid some time. When she was assured that her mother would not need her any longer, she rose to go. "Good night, mother. You must let Clara call me if you feel bad in the night•■I feel better now. ” Then as Felicia Wiis moving away Mrs. Sterling said. ■■Won't von kiss me. Felicia?" Felicia' went back and bent over her P’other. The kiss was almost as strange t 0 her as the prayer had been. When Felicia went out of the room, her cheeks were wet with tears. She had not cried girce she was a little girl. f Sundav morning at the Sterling mansion was generally very quiet. The girls usually went to church at 11 o’clock service. Mr. Sterling was not a member. but a heavy contributor, an 1 he r nerally went to church in the mornin?. This time he did not come down to breakfast and finally sent word by a that ho did not feel well enough to go out So Rose and Felicia drove up to the door of the Nazareth Avenue church and entered the family pew alone. When Dr. Bruce walked out of the room at the rear of the platform and went up to the pulpit to open the Bible, as his custom was, those who knew him best did not detect anything unI usual in his manner or his expression. I He proceeded with the service as usual. I He was calm, and his voice was steady I and firm. His prayer was the first intiI mation the people had of anything new lor strange in the service. It is safe to I say that the Nazareth Avenue church I had not heard Dr. Bruce offer such a I prayer during the 12 years he had been I pastor there. How would a minister be I likely to pray who had come out of a I revolution in Christian feeling that had I completely changed his definition of ■ what was meant by following Jesus? I No one in Nazareth Avenue church had I any idea that the Rev. Calvin Bruce, ID. D.. the dignified, cultured, refined I doctor of divinity, had within a few ■ days been crying like a little child, on I his knees, asking for strength and cour- ■ age and Chris'.likeness to speak his Su- ■ day message, and yet the prayer was an ■ unconscious, involuntary disclosure of ■ the soul's experience such as Nazareth B Avenue people seldom heard and never ■ before from that pulpit. ■ In the bush, that succeeded the prayer Ba distinct wave of spiritual power ■ moved or, r the c<mgrogation. The most ■careless person.? in the church felt it ■ i ■ wh - —native religious rn.tur. ■responded swiftly to every touch of ■emotion, quivered under the passing of ■that supernatural power, and when sht ■lift-<i her head and looked up) at the ■minister there was a look in her eyes ■tat announced her intense, eager an■tkapatic:; w the scene that was to fol■lew ■ And she was not alone in her atti■tade There was something in the and the result of it that stirred ■tsany and many a disciple in Nazareth ■Aveng church All over the house men ■“4n forward, and when Bruce beg',: t ■ speak of his visit ' ■lannonti in th.. opening sentences of address, which this morning pre■tete. h:.. there was an an-v-r n the church that camt as S j Kl i. :e and thrilled vith'die hope of a spirit-.’.al bap ■ran such as he had never during al! experienced. ! ' r k from a visit to Ray ■’■'-'Hi'. Dr Bruce began, "and I want ■',. .“ of mv ii. prescio::- ■» the movement there. ” e loused, and his look went over w with yearning for them and ! ’me with a great oncer f' '' llei ' rt How many of his K\ “' snional ’le. refined. luxury lovine 'mderstaml the imturr 68 'T'-' ;d he was soon to make tc K t \, e ''" "’-'ether in the dark x " v< ' rth eless he had been d ' ;sert and had come cnt of sn ® (r He went on now aftBhi p:,:lse aud tlle Btor F r, 1 ' D Pl ' l . vrn "nd The people ai ; ’ ew sw - '• thing of th:'' exp-ri- * m First ch ’ lr< ’ 1 > 'I whole Wa tched the progress of iLS d l!ad become history in Henry Maxwell had at t “ ne h ad Cl :ne t 0 "f : tb.er cliinl: dl ’‘ c, >untry. The new dise^BvS g“;? "'tyntond had prove! to be ! n its fpsults that Henry Wphaie with' church in general Ag, l }, the disciples in Kay- - A'"'. there had begun av- 1tv' PlUf ' m in many of the th« r rOngh " at ! ‘ !e conntry. actWu d, ' s i r e to walk closer :^frfsvor J '" 13s ' The Christian ■ ® 1! >v rh' 1 'i' 8 Pad w ith enthusiasm J eSUS WnnM t i‘ ken the I dodge t,J ’hf'adv U d do ’ and tple result in a deeper spirWas a I l ° w er in church inilulae a new birth for the this Dr ‘‘Jd.aav,v rTIP? t<d 'l his people ‘‘ a Personal interest that

evidently led the way to his announcement. which now followed. Felicia had listened to every word with strained attention. She sat there by the sids of Rose, in contrast like fire beside snow although even Rose was as alert and excited as she could be "Dear friends,” he said, and for the first time since his prayer the emotion of the occasion was revealed in his voice and gesture. "I am going to ask that Nazareth Avenue church take the same pledge that Raymond church h is taken. I know what this will mean to yon and me. It will mean the complete change of very many habits. It will mean possibly social loss. It will mean very probably in many cases loss of money. It will mean suffering. It will mean what following Jesus meant in the first century, and then it meant suffering, loss, hardship, separation from every thing nn-Christian But what does following Jesus mean ? The test of discipleship is the same now as then. Those of you who volunteer in the Nazareth Avenue church to do as Jesus would do simply promise to walk in his steps, as he gave us commandment. ' ’ Again Rev. Calvin Bruce, pastor of Nazareth Avenue church, paused, and now the result of his announcement was plainly visible in the stir that went over the congregation. He added in a quiet voice that all who volunteered to make the pledge to do as Jesus would do were asked to remain after the morning service. Instantly he proceeded with his sermon. His text was from Matthew viii. 19. ‘‘Master, 1 will follow thee whithersoever thou goest. ” It -was a sermon that touched the deep springs of conduct. It was a revelation to the people of the definition their pastor had been learning. It took them back to the first century of Christianity. Above all. it stirred them below- the conventional thought of years as to the meaning and purpose of church membership. It was such a sermon as a man can preach once in a lifetime and with enough in it for people to live on all through a lifetime. The service closed in a hush that was slowly broken. People rose here and there a few at a time. There was a reluctance in the movements of the people that was very striking. Rose, however, walked straight out the pew. and as she reached the aisle she turned her head and beckoned to Felicia. By that time the congregation was rising all over the church. Felicia instantly answered her sister's look “I’m going to stay." she said, and Rose had heard her speak in the same manner cn other occasions and knew that Felicia's resolve could not be changed. Nevertheless she went back into the pew two or three steps and faced her. “Felicia," she whispered, and there was a flush of anger on her cheeks, “this is fully. What can you do? You will bring disgrace upon the family What will father say ? Come. ’’ Felicia looked at her, but did not answer at once. Her lips were moving with a petition that came from a depth of feeling that measured a new lifo for her. She shook her head. “No; lam going to stay I shall take the pledge. lam ready to ob»y it You do not know why I am doing this. ” Rose gave her cne look and then turned and went out of the pew and down the aisle. She did not even stop to talk w-ith her acquaintances. Mrs. Delano was going out of the church just as Rose stepped into the vestibule. “So you are not going to join the doctor’s volunteer company?" Mrs. Delano asked in a queer tone that made Rose redden.

“No. Are you? It is simply asburd I have always regarded the Raymond movement as fanatical Yon know Cousin Rachel keeps us posted about it. ’ “Yes; I understand it is resulting in a great deal of hardship in many cases For my part. 1 believe Dr. Bruce has simply provoked a disturbance here. It ■will result in splitting Nazareth Avenue church. Yon see if that isn't so. There are scores of pc-pie in the church who are so situated that they can’t take such a pledge and keep it I am one of them, "added Mrs. Delano as she went out with Rose. When Rose reached home, her father was standing in his usual attitude before the open fireplace, smoking a cigar "Where is Felicia?” he asked as Rose came in alone “She staid to an after meeting, ” replied Rose shortly She threw off her wraps and was going up stairs when Mr. Sterling called after her ; “An after meeting? What do you mean?" “Dr Bruce asked the church to take the Raymond pledge. ” Mr. Sterling took his cigar ont of his mouth and twirled it nervously between his fingers. “I didn't expect that of Dr Bruce Did any of the members stay?” “1 don't know 1 didn’t. ” replied Rose, and she went up stairs, leaving her father standing in the drawing room. After a few minutes he went to the window and stood there looking out at tho people driving on the boulevard. His cigar had gone out, but he still fingered it nervously. Then he turned from the window and walked up and down the room. A servant stepped across the hail and announced dinner, and he told her to wait for Felicia Rose came down stairs and went into the library, and still Mr. Sterling paced the drawing room restlessly. He had finally wearied of the walking apparently and. throwing himself into a'chair, was breeding over something deeply when Felicia came in. He rose and faced her. Felicia was evidently very much moied ■? u meeting'from which she had just come. At the same time she did not wish to talk too much about it Just as she entered the drawing room Rose came in from the library. “How many staid ?" ehe asked. Rose

was curious. At the same she was skeptical of the whole movement in Raymond. “About a hundred." replied Felicia gravely. Mr. Sterling looked surprised Felicia was going out of tho room. He | called to her "Do yon really mean to keep the pledge?" he asked. Felicia colored. Over her face and neck the warm blood Cowed as the answered, “You would not ask such a j question, father, if you had been prezent at the u-peting.” She lingered a i moment in the room, then asked to bo J excused from dinner for awhile and went up to see her mother No one ever knew what that interview between Felicia and her mother was. It is certain that she must have told her mother something of the spiritual power that had awed every person present in the company of disciples from Nazareth Avenue church who faced Dr Bruce in that meeting after the morning service. It is also certain that Felicia had never known such an experience and never would have thought of sharing it with her mother if it had not been for the prayer the evening before. Another fact is also known of Felicia’s experience at this time. When she finally joined her fath >r and Rose at the table, she seemed unable to tell them much about the meeting. There was a reluctance to speak of it, as one might hesitate to attempt a description of a wonderful sunset to a person who never talked about anything but the weather. When that Sunday in the Sterling mansion was drawing to a close and the soft, warm lights throng! ■ out the dwelling were glowing through the great w-indows, in a corner of her room where the light was obscure Felicia kneeled, and when she raised her face and turned it toward tho light it was the face of a woman who had already defined for herself the greatest issues of earthly life. That same evening, after the Sunday evening service, the Rev. Calvin Bruce, 1 D. D.. of Nazareth Avenue church, was talking over the events of the day with his wife. They were of one heart and mind in the matterand faced their new future with all the faith and courage of new disciples. Neither was deceived as to the probable results of the pledg“ to th. msrlves or to the church They lied been talking but a little while v. hen the bell rang, and Dr Bruce, going to the door, exclaimed as he opened it “It is you. Edward' Come ini” There camo into the hull a command ing figure. The bishop was < f extraor diary height and br.-adth of shoulder, but of such good proportions that there was no thought of ungainly or even of unusual size. The impression the bishop made on strangers was first that of great health and then of great affection He came into the parlor and greeted Mrs. Bruce, who aft< r a few moments was called out of the room, leaving th; two men together. The bishop sat in a deep easy chair before the open fire. There was just enough dampness in the early spring of the year to make an open tiro pleasant “Calvin, you have taken a very serious step today, ” he finally said, lifting his large dark eyes to his old college classmate’s face. “I heard of it this afternoon. I could not resist the desire to see you about it tonight ” “I'm glad you came. ” Dr. Bruce sat near the bishop an .l laid a hand on his shoulder. “You understand what this means, Edward?” “I think I do—yes; lam sure." The bishop spoke very slowly and thoughtfully He srt with his hands clasped together Over his face, marked with lines of consecration and service and the love of men. a shadow crept, a shadow not caused by the firelight Again he lifted his eyes toward his old friend. “Calvin, we have always understood each other. Ever since our paths led us' in differ* nt ways in church life we l ave walked together in Christian fellow ship.' “It is true." replied Dr. Bruce, with an emotion he made no attempt to con ceal or subdue. “Thank God for it. 1 prize your fellowship more than any man’s. I have always known whaf it I meant, though it has always been more than I deserve.” The bishop looked affectionately at 1 his friend, but the 'shadow still rested |on his lace. After a pause he speke again

“The new discipleship means a crisis for you in your work. If you keep this pledge to do all things as Jesus would do, as I know you will, it requires no prophet to predict some remarkable changes in your parish.” The bishop looked wistfully at Bruce and then continued: "In fact, Ido not see how a perfect upheaval of Christianity as we now know it can be prevented if the ministry and churches generally take the Raymond pledge and live it out.” He paused as if he were waiting for his friend to say something, to ask some question, but Bruce did not know of the fire that was burning in the bishop’s heart over the very question that Maxwell and himself had fought out. “Now. in my church, for instance, ’ continued the bishop, “it would be rather a difficult matter, I fear, to find very many people who would take a pledge like that and live up to it Martyrdom is a lost art with us. Our Christianity loves its ease and comfort too well to take up anything so rough and heavy as a cross, and yet what does following Jesus mean? Vi hat is it to v,alk in his steps?” The bishop was soliloquizing now. and it is doubtful if he thought for the moment of his friend’s presence. For the first time there flashed into Bruce’s mind a suspicion of the truth. What if the bishop should throw the weight of his great influence on the side of the Raymond movement 1 He had the following of the most aristocratic, wealthy, fashionable people not only in Chicago, but in several large cities. What if the bishop should join this new discipleship I The thought was about to be followed bv the word. Dr. Bruce had reached

out his hand and. with the familiarity of lifelong friendship, had placed it on the bishop’s shoulder and was about to ask him a very important question when th. y were both startled by the violent ringing of the bell. Mrs. Bruce had gene to tho door and was talking wit h some ono in tho haU. There was a loud exclamation, and then, as the b’shop ro.-e aud Dr. Bruce was stepping toward the curtain that hung before the entrance to the parlor, Mrs. Bruce pushed it aside. Iler face was white, and she was trembling. “Oh, Calvin! Such terrible newsl Mr. Sterling—oh. I cannot tell it I What a fearful blow to those two girls!” “What is it?” Dr. Bruce advanced with the bishop into the hall and confronted the messenger, a servant from the Sterlings. The man was without his hat and had evidently run over with the news, as the doctor lived nearest of any friends of the family. “Mr. Sterling shot himself, sir. a few minutes ago I He killed himself in his bedroom! Mrs. Sterling”— “I will go right over. Edward" —Dr Bruce turned to the bishop—“will you go with me? The Sterlings are old friends of yours. " The bishop was very pale, but calm, as always. He looked his friend in the face and answered: “Aye, Calvin. 1 will go with yon, not only to this house of death, but also the whole way of human sin and sorrow, please God.” And even in that moment of horror at the unexpected news Calvin Bruce understood what the bishop bad promised to do. CHAPTER X. These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goetli. When Dr. Bruce and the bishop entered the Sterling mansion, everything in tho usually well appointed household was in the greatest confusion and terror. Th? great rooms down stairs were ex pty. but overhead were hurried footsteps and confused noises. One of the servants ran down the grand staircase with a look of horror on her face just as the bishop and Dr. Brnco were starting to go up. “Miss Felicia is with Mrs. Sterling,’ the servant stammer, d in answer to a question and then burst into a hysterical cry and ran through the drawing room and out of doors. A.t the top of tho staircase the two mtn were met by Felicia. She walked up to Dr. Bruce at once and put both hands in his. Tho bishop laid his hand on her head, and the three stood there a moment in perfect silence. The bishop had known Felicia since she was a child. He was the first to break silence. “The God of all mercy be with you, Felicia, in this dark hour Your moth er”— Tho bishop hesitated. Ont of the buried past he had during his hurried passage from his friend's house to this house of death irresistibly drawn the ono tender romance t f his young manhood. Not even Bruce knew that But there had been a time when the bishop had offered the incense of a singularly undivided affection upon the altar of his youth to the beautiful Camilla Rolfe, and she had chosen between him and the millionaire. The bishop carried no bitterness with his memory, but it was still a memory. For answer to the bishop's unfinished query Felicia turned ami went back into her mother's room. She had not said a word yet. but both men were struck with her wonderful calm. She returned to the hall door and beckoned to them, and the two ministers, with a feeling that they were about to behold something very unusual, entered. Rose lay with her arms outstretched on the bed; Clara, the nurse, sat with her head covered, sobbing in spasms of terror, and Mrs Sterling, with “the light that never was on sea or land” luminous on her face, lay there so still that even the bishop was deceived at first Then as the great truth broke upon him and Dr Bruce he staggered, and the sharp agony of th? old wound shot through him. It passed and left him standing there in that chamber of death with the eternal calmness and strength that the children of God have a right to possess, and right well he used that calmness and strength in the days that followed. The next moment the house below was in a tumult. Almost at the same time the doctor, who had been sent for at once, but lived some distance away, came in, together with police officers who had been summoned by the frightened servants. With them were four or five newspaper correspondents and several neighbors. Dr. Bruce and the bishop met this miscellaneous crowd at the head of the stairs and succeeded in excluding all except those whose presence was necessary. With these the two friends learned all the facts ever known about “the Sterling tragedy." as the papers in their sensational accounts next day called it. Mr. Sterling had gone into his room that evening about 9 o’clock, and that was the last seen of him until in half an hour a shot w as heard and a servant who was in the hall ran into the room and found the owner of the house dead on the floor, killed by his own hand. Felicia at the time was sitting by her mother. Rose was reading in the library. She ran up stairs, saw her father as he was being lifted upon the conch by the servants and then ran screaming into her mother’s room, where she flung herself down on the foot of the bed in a swoon. Mrs. Sterling had at first fainted at the shock, then rallied with wonderful swiftness and sent a messenger to call Dr. Bruce. She had then insisted on seeing her husband. In spite of Felicia, she had compelled Clara and the housemaid, terrified and trembling, to support her while she crossed the hall and entered the room where her husband lay. She had looked upon him with a tearless face, had gone back into her own room, was laid on the bed. and as Dr. Bruce and the bishop entered the house she, with a prayer of forgiveness

for herself and her husband on her quivering lips, had died, with Felicia bending.over her and Rose still lying senseless at her feet. So great and swift had been the entrance of grim death into that palace of luxury that Sunday night, but the full came of his coming was not known until the facts in regard to Mr. Sterling’s business affairs were finally disclosed. Then it was learned that for some time he had been facing financial ruin owing to certain speculations that had in a month’s time swept his supposed wealth into complete destruction. W ith the cunning and desperation of a man who battles for his very life, when he saw his money, which was all the life he ever valued, slipping from him he had put off the evil day to the last moment. Sunday afternoon, however, he had received news that proved to him beyond a doubt the fact of his utter ruin. The very house that he called his. the chairs in which he sat. his carriage, the dishes from which he ate. bad all been bought by money for which he himself had never really done an honest stroke of pure labor. It had all rested on a tissue of deceit and speculation that had no foundation in real values. He knew the fact better than any one eise. but he had hoped, with the hope that such men always have, that the same methods that brought him the money would also prevent its loss. He had been deceived in this, as many others have been. As soon as the truth that he was practically a beggar had dawned upon him he saw no escape from suicide. It was the irresistible result of such, a life as he had lived. He had made money his god. As soon as that god had gone out of his little world there was nothing more to worship, and when a man’s object of worship is gone he has no more to live for. Thus died the great millionaire, Charles R. Sterling, and, verily, he died as the fool dieth. for what is the gain or the loss of money compared with the unsearchable riches of eternal life, which are far beyond the reach of worldly speculation, loss or change? Mrs. Sterling’s death was the result of shock. She had not been taken into her husband's confidence for years, but she knew that the source of his wealth was precarious. Her life for several years had been a death in life. The Rolfes always gave the impression that they could endure more disaster unmoved than any one else. Mrs. Sterling illustrated the old family tradition when she was carried into the room where her husband lay. but the feeble tenement could not hold the spirit, and it gave up the gho. t. torn and weakened by long years of suffering and disappointment. Tho effect of this triple blow, thd death of father and mother and the loss of property, was instantly apparent in the sisters. Tho horror of events stupefied Rose for weeks. She lay unmoved by sympathy or any effort to rally. She did not seem yet to realize that the money which had been so large a part of her very existence was gone. Even when she was told that she and Felicia must leave the house and be dependent upon relatives and friends she did not seem to understand what it meant. Felicia, however ( was fully conscious of the facts. She know just what had happened and why. She was talking ever her future plans with her cousin Rachel a few days after the funerals. Mrs. Winslow and Rachel had left Raymond and come to Chicago at once as soon as the terrible news had reached them, and with other friends of the family they were planning for the future of Rose and Felicia. “Felicia, you and Rose must come to Raymond with us. That is settled. Mother will not hear of any other plan at present," Rachel had said, while her beautiful face glowed with love for her cousin, a love that had deepened day by day and was intensified by the knowledge that they both belonged to the new' discipleship. "Unless I could find something to do here,” answered Felicia. She looked wistfully at Rachel, and Rachel said gently: “What could you do. dear?” “Nothing. I was never taught to do anything except a little music, and I do not know enough about it to teach it or earn my living at it I have learned : tocook a little,” Felicia answered, w’ith . a slight smile. “Then you can cook for us. Mother is always having trouble with her kitch- j en,’’said Rachel, understanding well, enoughthat Felicia was thinking of the I fact that she was now dependent for ; her very food and shelter upon the kind- ! ness of family friends. It is true, the girls received a little ! something out of the wreck of their father's fortune, but with a speculator’s mad folly he had managed to involve both his wife’s and his children’s portions in the common ruin “Can I? Can I?” Felicia replied to Rachel's proposition, as if it were to be considered seriously “I am ready to do : anything honorable to make my living : ami that of Rose Poor Rose! She will I never be able to get over the shock of I our trouble. ’’ "We will arrange the details when we get to Raymond. ” Rachel said, smil- ; ing through her tears at Felicia’s eager I willingness to care for herself. So in a few weeks Rose and Felicia ! found themselves a part of the Winslow ; family in Raymond. It was a bitter experience for Rose, but there was nothing else for her to do. and she accepted I the inevitable, brooding over the great : change in her life and in many ways 1 adding to the burden of Felicia and her cousin Rachel. Felicia at once found herself in an ’ atmosphere of discipleship that was like ; heaven to her in its revelation of com- I panionship. It is true that Mrs. Wins- ! low was not in sympathy with the " course that Rachel was taking, but the ; remarkable events since the pledge had been taken were too powerful in their results not to impress even such a worn- j an as Mrs Winslow. With Rachel Fe- I licia found a perfect fellowship. She at |

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once found a part to take in tho new work at the Rectangle. In the spirit of her new life she insisted upon helping in the housework at her aunt’s and in a short time demon'trated her ability as a COok Bo clearly that Virginia suggested that she take charge of the cooking class at the Rectangle. Felicia entered upon this work with the keenest pleasure. For the first time in her life she had the delight of doing something of value for the happiness of others. Her resolve to do everything after asking. "What Would Jesus do?” touched her deepest nature. She began to develop and strengthen wonderfully. Even Mrs. Winslow was obliged to acknowledge the great usefulness and beauty of Felicia’s character The aunt looked with astonishment upon her niece, this city bred girl, reared in the greatest luxury, the daughter of a millionaire. now walking around in her kitchen, her arms covered with flour and occasionally a streak of it on her nose —for Felicia at first had a habit of rubbing her nose forgetfully when she was trying to remember some recipe—mixing various dishes, with the greatest interest in their results, washing up pans and kettles and doing the ordinary work of a servant in the Winslow kitchen and at the rooms of the Rectangle settlement. At first Mrs. Winslow remonstrated. “Felicia, it is not your place to be out here doing this common work.' I cannot allow it. ” “Why, aunt? Don’t you like the muffins I made this morning?” Felicia would ask meekly, but with a hidden smile, knowing her aunt’s weakness for that kind of muffin. “They were beautiful. Felicia, but it does not seem right for you to be doing such work for us. ’ ’ “Why not? What else can I do?” Her aunt looked at her thoughtfully, noting her remarkable beauty of face and expression. "You do not always intend to do this kind of work, Felicia?" "Maybe I shall. I have had a dream of opening an ideal cookshop in Chicago or some large city and going around to the poor families in some slum district like the Rectangle, teaching the mothers how to prepare food properly. I remember hearing Dr. Bruce say once that he believed one of the great miseries of comparative poverty consisted in poor food. He even went so far as to say that he thought some kinds of crime could be traced to saggy biscuits and tough beefsteak. I’m confident I tvould be able to make a living for Rose and myself and at the same time to help others. " Felicia brooded over this dream until it became a reality. Meanwhile she grew into the affections of the Raymond people and the Rectangle folks, among whom she was known as “the angel cook. " Underneath the structure of the beautiful character she was growing always rested her promise made in Nazareth Avenue church. "What would Jesus do?” She prayed and hoped and worked and planned her life by the answer to that question. It was the inspiration of her conduct and the answer to all her ambition. I r.l BK CONTINUED.!

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