loves me, e-ven me, loves me, e-ven me."
sor-row o-ver there; sor-row o-ver there, sing-ing with the blest; sing-ing with the blest.
Refrain. 1st Verse.
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"I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Je-sus loves e-ven me."
Refrain. 2d Verse.
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"There"ll be no more sor-row there, There"ll be no more
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sor-row there; In heav-en a-bove, where
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all is love, There"ll be no more sor-row there."
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"In the sweet bye and bye We shall
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meet on that beau-ti-ful sh.o.r.e; In the sweet bye and
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bye, We shall meet on that beau-ti-ful sh.o.r.e." ]
This drew the attention of the dancers, causing a temporary halt. One of her companions tried to pacify her and to draw her away, but she resisted and only clung the closer. I forgot the awful surroundings as my heart went out in tenderest pity. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I offered soothing words and inquired if I could help her, if I could comfort her. Presently she said: "Lady, G.o.d must have sent you here tonight. I"m sober now; I was drunk when you came in. I want to let you know my mother is dead." How she sobbed! The dancing was resumed, whilst the girl, somewhat recovered, continued her story. "She only left me a year ago. She was a good Christian, my mother was; and just before she died, she sent everybody out of the room so as to have a talk with me. "Hazel," she said, "You"ve given me a heap of trouble and anxiety, but I forgive you, dear, I forgive you. Now kiss Mother, and promise to be a better girl. I"ve been praying many a long day for you, my child. I"m going to leave you. The doctor says I may not see morning. Don"t cry, dear. Don"t cry." .... And then she prayed aloud.
"O G.o.d! make my naughty girl a good girl. Save her soul, O G.o.d, and may I some day meet her in heaven. Please, G.o.d. for the dear Savior"s sake.
Amen." ... Just look how I"ve kept my word! What"s your name, lady?"
"You may call me Mother Roberts, dear, and, furthermore, you may come with me and that other lady over there, to our home if you wish."
Before we left that place, and between dances, a man sitting in drunken stupor on a bench suddenly tilted back his hat, stared at me, and accosted me thus:
"Howdy-do, Mother Roberts."
"My! who is this that recognizes me in such a den?" I questioned myself. "Who are you, my man, and where have we met?" I inquired.
Imagine my chagrin at his replying:
"In the jail at Sacramento."
"How awful! What will these people think--that I am an ex-jail bird?"
Such were the thoughts that were running through my mind.
"Yep; you gave me a speel there, and I don"t forget it. Say, kids, this "ere woman"s all right. I wish I"d a minded wot she said, "n I wouldn"t be "ere ter night."
Hearing these last words, Sister Kauffman, who had been busy dealing with many souls all of this time, said:
"If you mean that, come with Mother Roberts and me down to the mission, a block away. The dear young men workers there will be only too glad to help you."
Then we immediately wended our way out. I with my precious autoharp under one arm and the infinitely more precious human treasure"s arm tucked safely under my other. We soon reached the humble mission, left the man in safe keeping, and took a homeward-bound car, retiring about 2 A.M., grateful and almost too happy to sleep.
Hazel stayed with us some time and then obtained a permanent situation in a Christian family as their trusted domestic.
The ice, now broken, soon thawed, and night after night two or three of us workers went to the slums, dance-halls, and dives, endeavoring to rescue some mother"s wandering boy or girl. Did we always succeed? By no means. Often the small hours of the morning found us wending our way homeward weary and disappointed, but never greatly discouraged. At the least, we sowed the precious seed, claiming G.o.d"s promise in Isa. 55:11 as we did so.
Many a time I have seen a girl quickly tuck away in the bosom of her dress some little tract (we always were well supplied), perhaps bearing these words. "Jesus the Savior loves you, and sent me to tell you so"; for not always, by any means, would the proprietors or proprietresses permit us to converse with their victims. Sometimes we were so fortunate as to procure a girl"s lodging-house address; then we had the gratification of calling there in the daytime and privately dealing with her, always with more or less good results. On such visits I took the autoharp; for singing is a great, indeed I may say, an invaluable aid in this work.
On one occasion, when three of us were seeking the lost, making saloon to saloon, dance-hall to dance-hall visits, we went into a place where my attention was immediately drawn to a beautiful, modest-looking young lady (about seventeen years old) standing alongside of a gorgeous bar and trying to repel the advances of a pompous, sporty-looking middle-aged man. The man behind the bar was frowning and saying to her, "Here, none of those monkey-shines, miss. You tend to business. D"you hear?" Sister Kauffman and the other worker had gone into the dance-hall in the rear. Quickly stepping up to the girl, I inquired of her what he meant, what so young and modest a girl was doing there, and whether she did not desire to leave, and implored her to let me aid in rescuing her from her wretched life. Quickly she told me that she was motherless and also that she had been home from an Eastern school only about twenty-four days. "My child, what has happened that you are here?" I inquired, astonished beyond measure. Before she could reply the big blonde man tending bar said:
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"Here you" (addressing me), "make yourself scarce. You and your kind are ---- ---- hoo-doos to our business"
"Please, please go," the girl pleaded.
Just at this juncture Sister Kauffman and her lady companion came through the dance hall double doors. The latter held them wide open and in her loud, penetrating voice slowly uttered these words:
"What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?" ...
"Come, Sister Roberts."
"Yes, in a minute," I replied as I motioned to them I would join them outside.
"I will not leave," I said to the girl, "unless you give me some good reason for not accompanying me, seeing you express a desire to be rescued."
"---- ---- ----!" shouted the man, "if you don"t clear right out, I"ll brain you" He held suspended in the air a full soda water bottle, one of the heaviest.
The girl, pushing me away from her, said, "Go! go! He"ll do it." And then she whispered:
"_He"s my father_."
I rushed out, excitedly informed my companions, and then quickly sought a policeman, who, when I informed him, simply shrugged his shoulders and remarked: "I can"t interfere. The man has a license, his daughter isn"t of age, he"s her legal guardian. Don"t know what you can do about it; you"ll have to consult higher authority than me"--a course which we proceeded to follow in the morning.
In the evening we visited that same place, accompanied by an officer in private clothes. A large, showy woman and also a bar-tender stood behind the bar. "Are you the party what was here last night trying to make trouble?" she inquired. "Well, you"re left. The bird has flown.
Ha! ha! I"m running this place now, and I don"t need your help, neither. Don"t you come here while I"m in charge of it," etc.
Evidently, the policeman first accosted had given the alarm. I have never heard what became of that poor girl and her wicked, unnatural father. A tenderhearted woman in that awful neighborhood, one who had tried to protect her, told me this: