Evening. In the tabernacle-tent of the evangelist, every yellow chair and all the sawdust aisles were filled. Six weeks had he labored for this hour. Half the town (Elmira, N. Y.), as they sang hymns of salvation, saw their sins stand horrible and naked before them. The evangelist leapt to the rostrum, proclaimed his text: "THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH." Finally, said he: "No person in whose heart reposes guilty knowledge need expect to make peace with God until full confession is first made." Dawn. In police headquarters, a night captain...
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