CHAPTER VIIL

MISSION WORK IN TOUGH PLACES — SEEKING TO SAVE —A
LEAF FROM THE EXPERIENCE OF AN ALL-NIGHT MISSION¬
ARY-RESCUE WORK IN THE SLUMS.

The Cremorne Mission — A Piteous Cry for Help— " Lock me up" — Mrs.
McAuley's Prayer — A Convert from the Lowest Depths — Ragged Kitty,
the News Girl — Marks of a Mother's Cruelty — "Letmeout" — "IWant
me Pat" — Distressing Scenes — " Mashing " the Baby — Begging for
Shelter and Warmth — An All-Night Missionary's Story — A Baxter Street
Audience — " Roll, Jordan, Roll!" — Story of Welsh Jennie — A Mother's
Love — "She is Dead" — Seeking to Save — A Midnight Tour through
Dens of Vice and Misery — Horrible Sights — An Emblem of Purity in the
Midst of Vice—"It's no Use! It's no Use!"—"Don't you Know me
Mother 'i I am your Jennie" — Affecting Meeting of a Mother and her
Erring Daughter — Old Michael's Story — Fifty-three Years in Prisons —
Taking the Last Chance.

^^ IT'S life and death!    Don't stop me!    Clear the way, I

1    tell you, or there'll be mischief done!"

Truly it looked liked it. The man's face was flushed to a
dark red, and yet was curiously pale about the lips. He was
tall and powerful; a bullet head and heavy jaw, and long
strong arms that swung like flafls as he ran wfldly down the
street.

" It's murder," some one said, as with frightened eyes all
made way for the fleeing man. A policeman hastened his steps
as the fugitive rounded the corner into Thirty-second Street,
for the first rush had been down Seventh Avenue from one of
the high tenement-houses not far away. The broad doors of
the Cremorne Mission swung open the instant the man reached
them as if some one behind them had felt the rush and
answered the cry of a need unknown as yet, but of the sorest.

" Lock me up!" he cried, as the doors swiftly closed behind
him, and he fell limp and breathless on one of the long benches.