audience, and looked at his bright gold watch. The whole crowd was not there yet‚ÅÝ‚Äîperhaps‚ÅÝ‚Äî
‚ÄúYou kin say just a word before the sermont,‚Äù he finally yielded; ‚Äúbut not long‚ÅÝ‚Äînot long. They‚Äôse just a-dying to hear me.‚Äù
So Zora spoke simply but clearly: of neglect and suffering, of the sins of others that bowed young shoulders, of the great hope of the children’s future. Then she told something of what she had seen and read of the world’s newer ways of helping men and women. She talked of cooperation and refuges and other efforts; she praised their way of adopting children into their own homes; and then finally she told them of the land she was buying for new tenants and the helping hands she needed. The preacher fidgeted and coughed but dared not actually interrupt, for the people were listening breathless to a kind of straightforward talk which they seldom heard and for which they were hungering.
And Zora forgot time and occasion. The moments flew; the crowd increased until the wonderful spell of those dark and upturned faces pulsed in her blood. She felt the wild yearning to help them beating in her ears and blinding her eyes.
‚ÄúOh, my people!‚Äù she almost sobbed. ‚ÄúMy own people, I am not asking you to help others; I am pleading with you to help yourselves. Rescue your own flesh and blood‚ÅÝ‚Äîfree yourselves‚ÅÝ‚Äîfree yourselves!‚Äù And from the swaying sobbing hundreds burst a great ‚ÄúAmen!‚Äù The minister‚Äôs dusky face grew more and more sombre, and the angry sweat started on his brow. He felt himself hoaxed and cheated, and he meant to have his revenge. Two hundred men and women rose and pledged themselves to help Zora; and when she turned with overflowing heart to thank the preacher he had left the platform, and she found him in the yard whispering darkly with two deacons. She