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 realized her mistake, and promised to retrieve it during the week; but the week was