Since the first Sunday when the first company of volunteers had pledged themselves to do as Jesus would do, the different meetings had been characterized by distinct impulses or impressions.

Today, the entire force of the gathering seemed to be directed to this one large purpose.

It was a meeting full of broken prayers of contrition, of confession, of strong yearning for a new and better city life.

And all through it ran one general cry for deliverance from the saloon and its awful curse.
But if the First Church was deeply stirred by the events of the last week, the Rectangle also felt moved strangely in its own way.

The death of Loreen was not in itself so remarkable a fact.