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October 15, 1913.
A FAMILY PAPER,
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" J E S U S I S H E R E ! "
A NEW AND REMARKABLE STORY.
CHAPTER 1.
By Pastor Charles M. Sheldon
Author of "In His Steps".
IT WAS fifteen years after the First Church u
Raymond had adopted the motto, '"rt'hat
Would Jesus Do?" The pledge as carried out
by the members who h'ad taken it had revolutiouized
the church. Henry Maxwell still continued
as the pastor. Many of the members had
been muoh disturbed by the rule which Mr. Maxwell
had introduced into their lives, but a majority
had sustained him, and he had continued to
grow in" the respect and affection of his people.
Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell were talking early one
•Friday evening about a gathering of old friends
who were coming to the parsonage that night. Ii
was the anniversary of the day when the First
Church had taken the pledge to try to do as Jesus
would do, and following a custom of several years,
1 dozen or more of the original company that had
taken the pledge then were coming in to talk over
the old and new phases of their discipleship.
This evening Mr. Maxwell seemed strangely
restless. He paced back and forth, paus ng to look
with deepening and what seemed awed curiosity
out ot the window into the waning twilight.
"Will Rollin be able to come tonight?" Mrs.
Maxwell had asked.
"I'm afraid not. He has been asked to go to
Chicago and advise with the Commercial Club on
the social evil, but Rachel will come with Virginia."
"Doesn't it seem like a miracle to think of Rollin
Page hecoming an authority on those great social
service questions?" Mrs. Maxwell said.
"It is a miracle, Mary, why should we take for
granted that miracles are unnatural or uncommon,
or that they belong to any special age of the
world? Why may we not expect m racles in our
time?
"Co you know, Mary," he continued, "I find myself
of late longing, with a feeling I cannot express
or explain, for a superhuman vision, for a
real manifestation of the Divine Presence that
somehow I cannot avoid feeling will be given to
Christian disciples of ths age. Oh, I long so
for a real actual flesh and blood glimpse of Jesus.
• feel at times as if I must see Him face to face.
I must see Him. My heart cries out for Him. I
"Bed Him. And of late I keep wondering what
Jesns would do and say in the world where we
'ive. It is so different from the world in which
He lived."
Mrs. Maxwell was startled by the deep and passionate
outburst of her husband. She rose and
came over to him. Before she could speak, he
•'Id started forv/ard and pointed eagerly out
'oward the farthest distance.
"There! it is out there again! That strange
"sit! See, Mary, how it fllls the sky. It cannot
lie twilight; it is too late, and we have seen it
Mw for more than a month! What is it?"
Mrs. Maxwell could feel her husband tremble.
'We have spoken of it before," she answered
QMckly. "You remember the peculiar light that
hooded the sky several years ago?"
But there is something about this wholly un-
'l^e all that. See, Mary! It is not an earthly
light!"
The softest, mellowest suffusion of pale blue
''ept up from the horizon and was met by what
seemed an answering wave of deep crimson, and
us tho two waves mingled, the colors were softly
blended into an unspeakably dissolving shade of
pure white tliat could not be compared for one
moment with sun or moon or star light. It pulsated
like a wave backward and forward, and filled
not only the entire expanse of sky but seemed
C.S well lo till up all interspaces of the firmament
and tren slowly subs.ded.
Henry Maxwell turned to his wife.
"Mary! It was the very glory ot heaven! It
was—what if it really was?—the harbinger of His
coming to earth again! What if—"
"Henry," she pleaded, "you have allowed your
imagination or your longing to get the better of
your usual judgment." And she gently drew
down the shade of the window.
"I expect you are right," he said with a sigh.
"Eut—1 cannot account for it."
"Mr. Norman mentioned it in the News yesterday."
"True. He did. But the Gazelte has not had a
line. Mary—" Mr. Maxwell started up with a
recurrence of his eager excitement as a new
thought suddenly possessed him,. "Do you suppose—but
no, it is all improbable. But we will
ask Virginia and Rachel when they come. And
Felicia. She and Stephen will be here. They are
visiting Rachel this week. It will seem good to
see them. And Alexander Powers and Dr. West.
They must have seen the light! And the bishop—
There is some one, now."
Answering a ring at the door, Mr. Maxwell went
himself and ushered in V.rginia, Rachel, and Felicia.
The moment they came in Mr. Maxwell
noted the look of deep excitement on the'r faces,
"Have you seen the light, Mr. Maxwell?" asked
Rachel. "We all noticed it on our way here."
"All of vou?"
"Yes. We all saw it."
"We have never seen anything like It in all our
lives," Virginia said. "It seemed as if we were
being enveloped in fire."
"Yes!" Rachel said quickly. "But the people
we passed d'd not seem to notice what seemed
so strange to us."
"Only," Virginia broke in eagerly, "don't you
remember, Rachel, once in a while some person
v/ouid stop and exclaim-, and point up into the
sky?"
"Do yon know who tbey were?" Mr. Maxwell
asked, still leaning forward.
"I thought I heard Martha's voice," replied
Rachel.
"Our Martha?" Mrs. Maxwell asked. "She just
started a little while ago to the church service."
"It w Martha, I am sure," said Virginia
eagerly. "We passed her at the corner of Main
and third, and I was going to stop and speak to
her."
"You never saw a girl like Martha," Mrs. Maxwell
said with deep feeling. "The fearful things
that girl suffered in Chicago are past belief, and
now, today, sbe is the most devoted, faithful, enthus'astic
disciple of Jesus you ever saw. I think
I never s^w a more complete love for Christ."
The bell rang and Mr. Maxwell, starting up as
from a reverie, went to the door and admitted
Dr. West and Alexander Powers and Stephen
Clyde. The moment they entered the room they
revealed in their faces the same serious look
which had been borne by Rachel, Virginia and
Fel'cia.
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shown. explainable!"
a others. most Mr. rising revealed welcom-r^d Norman. "You astound­
and Edward aga'n. the all his
"Unless—" Maxwell's face was deathly pale.
"Unless, Norman—do you regard it as entirely
out of the range of human events that Jesus
might live among men again—"
"iHenry!" pleaded Mrs. Maxwell, who had cJiuc
up to h.m where he stood. The entire company
was hushed. "Henry! Wbat an impossibility!"
"But why? Why?" Mr. Maxwell persisted. "If
one age was permitted an actual sight of Jesus—"
Mrs. Maxwell gently placed her hand on his
arm. "Mr. Norman," she said, "I think Henry i.s
rather nervous, and not just Ike his usual self.
He has been working beyond his strength for
several months."
"I know he has, Mrs. Maxwell. It's going to be
a fine thing for bim to have an assistant. By
the way. Maxwell, when does Stanton arrive?"
"Stanton? Oh, I told him to come right here,
and he may come in any time. He is one out of
ten thousand, a splendid fellow."
The bell had rung as he spoke, and he went
hastily to open the door. The next moment Maxwell
ushered in Richard Stanton, his new assistant,
who exchanged gteetings as he shook hands;
and when he had completed the circle, he found
himself by Virginia.
"Miss Page," said Stanton, in low, earnest tones,
"I had the most remarkable experience as I came
along up here from the station. On the way a
most astonishing gleam of light shot up across
the sky, and seemed to open and shut like a
great white blossom. I wonder if you or any
others have seen it."
Virginia quickly turned to Mr. Maxwell, who
was near enough to hear a part of what Stanton
said.
"Mr. Maxwell," she cried, "Mr. Stanton too saw
the light. Can you describe it, Mr. Stanton?"
"I have never seen anything with which to compare
it. I never had such a feeling in all my life."
Mr. Maxwell leaned forward and laid a trembling
hand on his new assistant's arm.
"Did you notice other people?"
"That was one of the most bewildering things
about it. I could not help exclaiming to a man
I met, 'Isn't that great?' 'What?' he said, looking
at me curiously. 'That light,' I said to him, pointing
up at it. He looked up and replied, 'I don't
see anything.' Have you people seen anything—?"
"We have all seen it," replied Mr, Maxwell. A
silence fell over tlie company, which no one
seemed to wish to break.
A door opened in the dining-room. Some one
walked, almost ran, through the room, and Martha
stood at the library opening. As long as life continues,
no one in the group assembled there will
ever forget the look on Martha's face. She stepped
into the room. Everybody had risen. Mr. Maxwell
had faced her, as he was nearest, and Martha
said, not brokenly but clearly:
"Jesui is here!'''
"Here?" Mr. Maxwell spoke from lips that
whisriered.
"He is come to earth again! I have seen h'm!"
No one stirred or spoke. Martha stood, her
face glowing, her eyes flxed on Mr. Maxwell. No
one knew how much time had passed when Mr.
Maxwell, his face white and a new look in his
eyes, said: "Wait! Let Martha speak. Tell us—
what you—have—seen and heard."
This is the opening chapter of the greatest
story Pastor Sheldon has ever written. In it he
has striven to give expression to the fulflirnent ot
the "World's Desire," and with spiritual vision or
fore-shadowing has pictured phases of this great
event, which he believes might come to pass any
day. The story, which is reverent and spiritual
throughout, is full of dramatic power. We meet
Him in the homes of wealth and fashion and in
the abodes of poverty, in Congress, in Wall Street,
in church and theater, at one time the idol of the
multitude and again the object of their hatred as
of old. It is a story that will be read everywhere.
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