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years； and at times are really startling in the vivid and homelike pictures they present of the famous folk of the past that he knew。
One Sunday evening he made an almost casual reference to the time when he first met Garfield； then a candidate for the Presidency。 ‘‘I asked Major McKinley； whom I had met in Washington； and whose home was in northern Ohio； as was that of Mr。 Garfield； to go with me to Mr。 Garfield's home and introduce me。 When we got there； a neighbor had to find him。 ‘Jim！ Jim！' he called。 You see； Garfield was just plain Jim to his old neighbors。 It's hard to recognize a hero over your back fence！'' He paused a mo… ment for the appreciative ripple to subside； and went on：
‘‘We three talked there together''what a rare talking that must have been…McKinley； Garfield； and Conwell‘‘we talked together； and after a while we got to the subject of hymns； and those two great men both told me how deeply they loved the old hymn； ‘The Old…Time Religion。' Garfield especially loved it； so he told us； because the good old man who brought him up as a boy and to whom he owed such gratitude； used to sing it at the pasture bars outside of the boy's window every morning； and young Jim knew； whenever he heard that old tune； that it meant it was time for him to get up。 He said that he had heard the best concerts and the finest operas in the world； but had never heard anything he loved as he still loved ‘The Old…Time Religion。' I forget what reason there was for McKinley's especially liking it； but he； as did Garfield； liked it immensely。''
What followed was a striking example of Conwell's intentness on losing no chance to fix an impression on his hearers' minds； and at the same time it was a really astonishing proof of his power to move and sway。 For a new expression came over his face； and he said； as if the idea had only at that moment occurred to himas it most probably had‘‘I think it's in our hymnal！'' And in a moment he announced the number； and the great organ struck up； and every person in the great church every man； woman； and child joined in the swinging rhythm of verse after verse； as if they could never tire； of ‘‘The Old… Time Religion。'' It is a simple melodybarely more than a single line of almost monotone music：
_It was good enough for mother and it's good enough for me！ It was good on the fiery furnace and it's good enough for me！_
Thus it went on； with never…wearying iteration； and each time with the refrain； more and more rhythmic and swaying：
_The old…time religion； The old…time religion； The old…time religion It's good enough for me！_
That it was good for the Hebrew children； that it was good for Paul and Silas； that it will help you when you're dying； that it will show the way to heavenall these and still other lines were sung； with a sort of wailing softness； a curious monotone； a depth of earnestness。 And the man who had worked this miracle of control by evoking out of the past his memory of a meeting with two of the vanished great ones of the earth； stood before his people； leading them； singing with them； his eyes aglow with an inward light。 His magic had suddenly set them into the spirit of the old camp…meeting days； the days of pioneering and hardship； when religion meant so much to everybody； and even those who knew nothing of such things felt them； even if but vaguely。 Every heart was moved and touched； and that old tune will sing in the memory of all who thus heard it and sung it as long as they live。
V
GIFT FOR INSPIRING OTHERS
THE constant earnestness of Conwell； his desire to let no chance slip by of helping a fellowman； puts often into his voice； when he preaches； a note of eagerness； of anxiety。 But when he prays； when he turns to God； his manner undergoes a subtle and unconscious change。 A load has slipped off his shoulders and has been assumed by a higher power。 Into his bearing； dignified though it was； there comes an unconscious increase of the dignity。 Into his voice； firm as it was before； there comes a deeper note of firmness。 He is apt to fling his arms widespread as he prays； in a fine gesture that he never uses at other times； and he looks upward with the dignity of a man who； talking to a higher being； is proud of being a friend and confidant。 One does not need to be a Christian to appreciate the beauty and fineness of Conwell's prayers。
He is likely at any time to do the unexpected； and he is so great a man and has such control that whatever he does seems to everybody a per… fectly natural thing。 His sincerity is so evident； and whatever he does is done so simply and naturally； that it is just a matter of course。
I remember； during one church service； while the singing was going on； that he suddenly rose from his chair and； kneeling beside it； on the open pulpit； with his back to the congregation； remained in that posture for several minutes。 No one thought it strange。 I was likely enough the only one who noticed it。 His people are used to his sincerities。 And this time it was merely that he had a few words to say quietly to God and turned aside for a few moments to say them。
His earnestness of belief in prayer makes him a firm believer in answers to prayer； and； in fact； to what may be termed the direct interposition of Providence。 Doubtless the mystic strain inherited from his mother has also much to do with this。 He has a typically homely way of expressing it by one of his favorite maxims； one that he loves to repeat encouragingly to friends who are in difficulties themselves or who know of the difficulties that are his； and this heartening maxim is； ‘‘Trust in God and do the next thing。''
At one time in the early days of his church work in Philadelphia a payment of a thousand dollars was absolutely needed to prevent a law… suit in regard to a debt for the church organ。 In fact； it was worse than a debt； it was a note signed by himself personally； that had become duehe was always ready to assume personal liability for debts of his churchand failure to meet the note would mean a measure of disgrace as well as marked church discouragement。
He had tried all the sources that seemed open to him； but in vain。 He could not openly appeal to the church members； in this case； for it was in the early days of his pastorate； and his zeal for the organ； his desire and determination to have it； as a necessary part of church equipment； had outrun the judgment of some of his best friends； including that of the deacon who had gone to Massachusetts for him。 They had urged a delay till other expenses were met； and he had acted against their advice。
He had tried such friends as he could； and he had tried prayer。 But there was no sign of aid； whether supernatural or natural。
And then； literally on the very day on which the holder of the note was to begin proceedings against him； a check for precisely the needed one thousand dollars came to him； by mail； from a man in the Westa man who was a total stranger to him。 It turned out that the man's sister； who was one of the Temple membership； had written to her brother of Dr。 Conwell's work。 She knew nothing of any special need for money； knew nothing whatever of any note or of the demand for a thousand dollars； she merely outlined to her brother what Dr。 Conwell was accomplishing； and with such enthusiasm that the brother at once sent the opportune check。
At a later time the sum of ten thousand dollars was importunately needed。 It was due； payment had been promised。 It was for some of the construction work of the Temple University buildings。 The last day had come； and Conwell and the very few who knew of the emergency were in the depths of gloom。 It was too large a sum to ask the church people to make up； for they were not rich and they had already been giving splendidly； of their slender means； for the church and then for the university。 There was no rich man to turn to； the men famous for enormous charitable gifts have never let themselves be interested in any of the work of Russell Conwell。 It would be unkind and gratuitous to suggest that it has been because their names could not be personally attached； or because the work is of an unpretentious kind among unpretentious people； it need merely be said that neither they nor their agents have cared to aid； except that one of the very richest； whose name is the most distinguished in the entire world as a giver； did once； in response to a strong personal application； give thirty…five hundred dollars； this being the extent of the association of the wealthy with any of the varied Conwell work。
So when it was absolutely necessary to have ten thousand dollars the possibilities of money had been exhausted； whether from congregation or individuals。
Russell Conwell； in spite of his superb optimism； is also a man of deep depressions； and this is because of the very fire and fervor of his nature； for always in such a nature there is a balancing。 He believes in success； success must come！success is in itself almost a religion with himsuccess for himself and for all the world who will try for it！ But there are times when he is sad and doubtful over some particular possibility。 And he intensely believes in prayer