of this amount. The total cost of the meeting has been $1,300, but in consideration of the great good accomplished, it has been money well invested. In no other way could so small a sum have done so much for the community.

"Mr. Sunday preached a great sermon in the morning that will not soon be forgotten by the packed audience that heard it. In the afternoon he preached with telling effect to the tabernacle filled with men. The service at night was a most impressive one. The subject was temperance and prohibition, and for an hour and a half the evangelist hurled hot shot into the liquor traffic and its friends.

"At the close of both the afternoon and evening services many went forward as seekers of religion. The farewell sermon was preached on Monday evening, and the audience tested the capacity of the house. Again there were many seekers.

"The interest manifested in the Sunday revival meetings was without a parallel in local religious history, and increased rather than diminished up to the time the train left the depot with the noted evangelist on board. From the first sermon it was evident that Mr. Sunday was a man of great natural ability and liberal culture, a fine orator, with an extensive vocabulary, intensely in earnest, and before the end of the first week all knew that he was an expert in evangelistic work. Whatever there may have been in the way of criticism only helped his popularity, and made greater demand for seats in the tabernacle. He was master of the situation, and soon everybody knew it.

"What crowds!' was the expression heard every night, and it mattered little what the weather was. When the people once began going nothing could stop them.

"The sermons were all good, without a single exception. Full of sentiment, pathos, argument, good logic, word pictures, impersonation, etc., all used to illustrate and drive home gospel truths. In his arraignment of card playing, dancing and the saloon, he was very much in earnest and remarkably forcible. In fact he was so scathing in his denunciation that some criticised his language, but little he cared. Usually at revivals most of the converts are women and children, but that was not the case here. In fact, just the opposite was true. It is most wonderful the way Sunday gets hold of men, and men of all kinds, but especially so of young men."

Sunday's last tent meeting was held at Salida, Colo., beginning about the fifteenth of September. He had gone there with the assurance that they never had snow at that time of year, and so felt safe on that score. He had the usual results, of a great meeting with deep interest, large attendance, many conversions, and the people urging him to stay longer.

But after the meeting closed on the last Saturday night, storm clouds filled the heavens, and a little later filled the air with frost and snow. The next morning when Sunday opened his eyes from the peaceful slumber in which the night had wrapped him, and looked out upon the new day, he was horrified to find snow to the right of him, snow to the left of him, snow in front of him, and snow something like three or four feet deep everywhere. The tent was loaded down and crushed with it, and the streets were impassable. It was all the more disheartening because that was the closing day of the meeting, and the time when the people were to show how much they appreciated his strenuous labors among them by giving him a free will offering.

However, such a revival as had come from Sunday's

intensely practical preaching could not but bring to the surface a few good Samaritans who soon found their way to him and began to cheer his heart with the golden speech that "doeth good like a medicine." And then soon others like them began to go out "into the streets and lanes of the city," with improvised snow-plows, and by church time it was made possible for those in every part of the village to reach the place of worship.

Many willing hands had done what they could toward putting the tent in condition for the services, but this was soon found to be out of the question, and arrangements had to be made for taking the meeting into the public hall, which in a small village is always dignified with the name of "Opera House," but it could not accommodate half the people the tent would have held. But the people had a mind to give, and Sunday did not have to walk home, though it is doubtful if he ever had a greater scare.

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STYLE AND CHARACTER OF SUNDAY'S PREACHING

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UCH preaching is done over the heads of the people, but this is never true of Sunday. He gets down to where the people live, and talks so plainly that they know what he means. He has the gift of tongues, but his speech is never Greek to any one. Little children are as much interested as the grown-ups, for they know what he means about as well as college professors. He could, no doubt, sandpaper and polish his sermons until they would be admired as works of art, but that is all they would be, and the market is overstocked with that kind now. And then Sunday does not preach for admiration, or he would cut his stick differently. Some preachers do, but not Billy Sunday. What he wants is results that will stand the fires of the Judgment, and that is why in every sermon he tries to land under the fifth rib. He can be eloquent, and often is; wondrously so, but that is incidental, and not the thing for which he preaches.

One of the most notable characteristics of Sunday's preaching is that it is always interesting. No matter what he talks about he has undivided attention, and holds it without effort as long as he cares to talk. He is interesting because he is so picturesque. He makes you see things, and see them in an interesting way. Darwin wrote a book on angleworms that reads like a romance.