lory of that wondrous cross. Never, never, never."
His voice rose in a passionate crescendo.

After he had finished singing the last great verse, he let his eyes
wander over the benches until they rested upon the face of the lad on
the side bench near him.

"Aha, boy," he cried. "You can sing those words. Try that last verse."

The boy stared, fascinated, at him.

"Sing the last verse, boy," commanded the evangelist, "sing."

As if impelled by another will than his own, the boy slowly, with his
eyes still fastened on the man's face, threw back his head and began to
sing. His voice rose, full, strong, in a quaint imitation in method of
articulation and in voice production of the evangelist himself. At the
third line of the verse the evangelist joined in great massive tones,
beating time vigorously in a rallentando.

"Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all."

The effect was a great emotional climax, the spiritual atmosphere was
charged with fervour. The people sat rigid, fixed in their places,
incapable of motion, until released by the invitation of the leader,
"Let us pray." The boy seemed to wake as from a sleep, glanced at his
mother, then at the faces of the people in the room, sat down, and
quickly covered his face with his hands and so remained during the
prayer.

The dramatic effect of the singing was gradually dispelled in the prayer
and in a Scripture reading which followed. By the time the leader was
about to begin his address, the people had almost relapsed into their
normal mental and spiritual condition of benevolent neutrality. A second
time a text was announced, when abruptly the door opened and up the
aisle, with portentous impressiveness as of a stately ocean liner coming
to berth, a man advanced whose presence seemed to fill the room and give
it the feeling of being unpleasantly crowded. A buzz went through
the seats. "The Rector! The Rector!" The evangelist gazed upon the
approaching form and stood as if incapable of proceeding until this
impressive personage should come to rest. Deliberately the Rector
advanced to the side bench upon which Larry and his mother were seated,
and slowly swinging into position calmly viewed the man upon the
platform, the woman at the organ, the audience filling the room and then
definitely came to anchor upon the bench.

The preacher waited until this manoeuvre had been successfully
accomplished, coughed nervously, made as if