While she could control her voice and her deep emotion she talked on her one theme—the power of God to help the helpless. But she BELIEVED, and she FELT what she said. Soon the tears ran over from her upturned eyes, and she could speak no more.
Then a man began—thickset, earnest, with a strong Scotch accent.
He talked to the men about him in a rough way that appealed to them. ——
As the crowd stood listening many passed. A few were contemptuous; the majority were indifferent.
If you see these workers you ask perhaps:
"What good do they do?"
That is the question that may be asked of every man that ever lived, and only One can answer it.
The thin, white-faced girl, playing, singing and PREACHING in the dirty street, does this:
She touches the heart of a half-drunken man. Turning from the saloon door he goes home, and takes to his wife and children as much of his wages as is left, a feeling of repentance, good resolutions.
Her tears are answered by the tears of miserable girls and women who sink back into the shadow as they watch her pure face. Through them she helps to undo the horrible, soul-destroying work of brutal civilization. ——