I was obliged in order to catch my train to leave during the prayer, and the last view I caught of the service as the train went by the shops was a sight of the great crowd pouring out of the tent and forming in open ranks while the coffin was borne out by six of the women.

It is a long time since I have seen such a picture in this unpoetic Republic." If Loreen's funeral impressed a passing stranger like this, it is not difficult to imagine the profound feelings of those who had been so intimately connected with her life and death.

Nothing had ever entered the Rectangle that had moved it so deeply as Loreen's body in that coffin.

And the Holy Spirit seemed to bless with special power the use of this senseless clay.

For that night He swept more than a score of lost souls, mostly women, into the fold of the Good Shepherd..