faces that disturb our well-fed happiness.

The man beat his drum, standing erect and proud in his army
uniform.

The two thin, nervous young women played on guitar and tambourine
with all their force, striving to gather the crowd whom they
hoped to make better men and women.

Thirty or forty people gathered--glad to accept any noise and
excitement in their dull lives.

The music stopped, and a young girl stepped to the centre of the
circle.

She was frightened. Her voice was weak at first. Gradually her
thin, pale face grew animated.

Her blue eyes dilated. In dull, routine way, doing her best,
earning respectful silence from the night crowd, she told her
story:

"I was bad. I tried to be good. But I couldn't do it with my
own strength. I asked God to save me. He did save me. He will
save you, if you will ask Him."

She spoke with a strong German accent. With all her deep,
earnest soul, with all her poor, limited mental force, she longed
to help the men and women around. As she spoke she bent her head
farther and farther back, until her eyes looked up to the sky.