GBC and 2 associates made all the feeling. In fact I do not think there was any feeling outside of the 3. They followed me to Conference and laid their complaints before Bishop McCABE. I called on the Bishop and heard the grievances. I answered them all, and finally the Bishop said, Will you go back. No, I said. The Bishops hesitancy grew out of the fact that he didn't like Prohibition, and in his closing remarks before Conference he gave us to understand that the Republicans and Democrats would take care of the liquor question.

He apologized for sending me to Cambridge Springs because there was no other place of the grade of Greenville.

I loved Greenville, I loved the people. I said to one good bro', I love every brick in the old building. I have observed in the course of my ministry that many churches are blessed with a dictator who holds the people under his thumb. Meadville was such a church and one man made it's appointments for quarter of a century. Preachers went and came at his command. At one time it is said he had more influence with the Bishop than any man in Methodism.

He fell so low that he was the whiskey man of the town. He ran for public office, and it was circulated in every grocery in the county that at General Conference he voted for a strong Temperance resolution. That killed him after he had spent $30,000 campaigning.

He died shame of his influence. There should be Leadership in every church, but not dictatorship.

It's citizens were Americans. There were few forign elements, tho the Jews began coming in great force before I left.

The Catholics, a feeble folk, burst into prominence shortly after my departure. The big hotel dominating the whole country for miles around, by some hook or crook, passed into the hands of the Polish Catholics. They have a flourishing school, and have erected the finest church in the place.

Whether it has brought many Catholic families into the place, I am unable to say. These things came to pass after my 3 years.

I went in the season of the visitors and our little church was crammed.

But when the season was over it looked as if a hurricane had struck us, and one felt lonely looking over the ruins.

We got use to things by making the best of it. Somehow I have loved every place I ever lived. Good people everywhere, and I never gave my people any chance to doubt I loved them. The best I had I have always given to my church. REV W.A. COBB was minister in the Presbyterian church. We lived just across the road from each other, became good friends and remain so to this day.

Not long ago he called on me as he was taking a trip thro California.

On my arrival I found Cambridge Springs was a circuit, taking on Mill Village 3 miles away. At the first official meeting I bro't up the situation. Brethen I said, I have preached 3 times on Sunday. I think my share. I will not preach 3 times for any people. I will do the pastoral work for Mill Village, but not preach.

Now they were getting $100. from Mill Village

In the end they fixed the salary at $1000., and soon rejoiced that they were alone. They saw it was best for them, tho at first it looked dark.

Mill Village in a year was placed with Millers.

Our church is a beautiful one, only small in mid summers. Our Sunday school was small, so were all in the town.

Methodists, Prebyterians and Baptists were ready to pick up every youngster in town.

I had the adults in the audience room before service in the morning and we had a class.

We had a good organ, and good singing. I introduced the new hymnal, and we began the responsive readings.

Prayer meetings were good, tho slimly attended. Quite a contrast to our Greenville prayer services. Somehow most of every church are shy about praying. They are willing that others should pray for them.

The homes were delightful. When I came to meet the families it was a pleasure. Intelligent, social, and I knew all my people, and often on my wheel, made a circuit of 10 miles so the country people were not neglected.

My wife was active in both Missionary Socities, tho she was president of the home. As I have not recorded, she was the Conference President of W H M society for 9 years. Eschewing to failing health, had to resign. Those gatherings were well attended, and the suppers in the basement were well patronized, and bright with social spirits. Sunshine and wholesome atmosphere.

The churches ususally held some kind of Union services during

However, one season the 3 ministers united and we employed an evangelist to our sorrow. Tho little excitment was created and many professed conversion, but very few came into the churches.

I have watched the great Evangelist, Billy Sunday and I have lost confidence in the permanency of his work.

In one particular, the good he has done is beyond value. He has made the world his debtor for hurrying on the Prohibition movement in this country, but the converts have not strengthened the churches.

I give my opinion. Revivals that spring naturally from church conditions are of vital importance, I am fully convinced that at present the church should throw its mighty efforts to bring childhood and youth to accept Christ and then give them Christian training.

As in the past, I made it my business to know my people, and I knew them in their homes. Besides, I became aquainted with many families that were not connected with the church. While Cambridge Springs was unpretentious, it was made up of a very fine class of citizens, and the church people made chioce friends. As everywhere the minister does not go to Heaven on flowery beds of ease. There are thorns among the roses.

One bitter winter day, I started out to make calls. When in front of the Rider Hotel, it was impressed on my mind, a woman had just been dismissed from the hospital. I'll go and see. I turned up a side street

After taking in the situation, I marched downtown, found a load of wood, secured some coal and bo't some provisions and relieved the immediate wants. The family never forgot, even the man must have been impressed.

He managed to provide something, but he like all drinkers, was a slave. Coming spring he went down into Virginia and secured work in a lumber country. Where there was no liquor and worked industriously, and finally sent for his family. I informed her how to find our Deaconess in the Pittsburg depot, and she would see that she was put on the right train to go to her husband.

The family was united and as the years went by, the girl was married and the boy earned a good wage.

For some years after coming to California, I read letters from her.

The lighted candle sometimes shines a good ways in this naughty world.

Another incident will illustrate the neglect of home training. For 2 or 3 months the son of a rich man was at Redir.

I saw him on horse back a few times. He was in Europe some years and as he said was drunk all the time. The parents in despair sent him to Canbridge Springs in hopes the watering place would reform him.

This was his home training, the father said, my son shall not be a dridge as I was. The mother doted on her boy. When he was little all he need do to gain his point was to go into tantrums. Kick up his heels, throw himself on the floor and scream.

The mother surrendered.

The young man was finally given a room at the Rider. The former occupant left a quart of wood alcohol. The nurse informed the doctor, for he was so debauched he had a nurse, one whom I know well.

The doctor said, well that old fool won't touch that alcohol. Well he did, and in 24 hours he was a dead man.

The father and a Bro came from Rochester. We had prayer in the funeral parlor and the young man was taken to Rochester. They took the young woman and she remained in their home a few weeks and returned to Cambridge Springs. The father sent $10.00 for my services. I know nothing of that womans subsequent career.

There was a Hospital owned by MR.TODD. Many times I was called there to visit some sick person.

One day I was called on the phone. Some woman who said she had known me some years ago, and was now very sick.

I went to her room, no one of whom I had any memory. She bro't things to my recollection, and I could place.

She was suffering with heart disease and tho't she was going to die.

I talked and sang and prayed. Finally I said, you are not going to die. You will be well again. Before she had fully recovered her husband came.

One night after service, I always betook myself to the door and shook hands with everybody. This evening I noticed a tall man, fine appearance, lingering, and he desired to speak with me.

Do you rememeber the man who came to your door in Petrolia, and opening the door you said, come in Brother. Yes, yes. I am the man. That greeting led to my conversion.

Strange to meet after so many years, and under such circumstances.

It was his wife I had assured would get well.

Still later I met them in Warren and for aught I know, they are both living.

At the end of the first year, we planned to take a trip to California to be gone a month. General Conference was to meet in Los Angeles and rates were low.

While we were gone the good people painted the house and made other improvements.

Los Angeles was then quite a city and flourished on the tourists.

We had most a splendid time going into Yosemite. We were there 4 days and moved among glorious wonders, Titanic wonders. It was after all just one of Gods little wonders. Yet to mortals magnificent fitting tribute to the Almighty.

The falls were in their splendor. That plunge of 1600 feet was astonishing and the lace work might have been woven by Angel fingers. Then that stream hidden among huge rocks burst again into view and then had a plunge of 400 feet.

The Bridal was just in time for marriage of Giants.

Coming out of the gorge, we passed among the giant sequoias, trees born before the pyramids and have witnessed the whole history of the human race.

The girth of one tree, 33 feet, the first limb 90 feet away and its diameter 5 feet. Trunks that towering to the ski, 300 feet.

How could God keep them growing 5000 years and still are growing.

We spent a day or 2 in San Francisco. Were in Salt Lake a day, visiting that immense Auditorium, and listening to the famous organ. For long years the first organ beyond Mississippi and made of the woods of Utah and by the ???? own workmen. St Louis was having its world exhibition. We were there 4 days, leaving sooner than planned as I was suffering with rheumatism. It was good to be home and on the job.

There were 5 men that went by the name BROTHERS. They had made a pledge that if the Lord would prosper them in some oil scheme, they would give him 1/10 of the income.

They were prosperous and the money flowed their way. After a time Cupidity got the better of them and they began to begrudge the Lord his portion. They launched out and bought land in Indiana and were going to be millionaires.

It was at this crisis they roped me in. I was foolish enough to take insurance then due, and 500 more and invest.

MR. MARCY in the bank had some stock in oil that was paying big dividends. He was gracious enough to let me have 500 in stock. I was flattered with the idea. I was going to make some provisions for my heirs in case of my death.

Mr Marcy got the 500, and soon he made some improvements on his house.

I got one dividend , and my 500 had gone to improve the Bankers house.

They kept not Faith with God.

The winters were cold, and the snow often deep. In mid winter I went to Guys Mills to deliver a Temperance lecture. The day was bitter cold and the storm raged. A little handfull gathered and I delivered my message.

The next night we were to go 5 miles and another was to be made. One of the fiercest storms I was ever in assailed us. When we reached our destination the church was dark.

We took refuge in a house close by, and warmed ourselves, and battled ourselves thro 5 miles of whirling snow. Glad to find refuge in a snug parsonage.

That storm laid the foundation for a very severe attack of rheumatism.

On Sat'y, wife and I were invited to dinner (supper). I managed to get there by wearing a rubber on my swollen foot.

On Sunday I was in torture. I ate no breakfast. By putting my hand on my wifes shoulder, I managed to get to my pulpit. I had announced for my evening service an address on Geo Washington, as it was the Anniversary.

I kept my promise. I was just finishing when overcome by pain. My brain whirling, I sat down. The friends saw I was overcome and some of the men bore me on their shoulders and DR. WASSON administered some remedy.

It was the beginning of six weeks of suffering, no end of agonies.

Every Sunday I had a student from Meadville to do the preaching. Every time

One night when I was in grinding pain, perhaps partially asleep, a voice sounded in my ear. Be not dismayed, I will raise you up. I knew I was going to recover.

One day I was in the parlor nursing my swollen foot. A ring at the door and a tall broad shouldered man stepped into my presence. Are you the man that use to take the boys boat riding in Dunkirk? I am the man. Well, I am one of the boys and told of a ride we took up to Van Buren and the boys were sick coming back.

Many times I have heard of the fun I gave boys and girls in Dunkirk. What now are you doing? I am a reporter for some Pittsburg paper. Well, that interview was a sunny spot in my suffering.

When I had convalested we made a trip to Washington, and spent 2 weeks among the wonders of the greatest Capitol in the world. We had our quarters in our Rush home for missionaries and deaconesses. They showed us all honor, seating us at the chief table. There we met EDITH GUIGNON of Corry, one of the finest girls that ever lived, but her career as a Deaconess was short duration. She died, I believe in St. Louis.

From that home we made our daily excursions to visit the great points of interest. That great Library is like a gem from the skies. One is puzzled to think how brains can conceive such a creation.

Here too we enjoyed our trip down the Potomac, to Mt. Vernon, and saw the Great man resting quietly in the arms of his country.

We went thro the masion where he spent his last days in peace. Was one of the most beautiful spots I ever saw.

Thro Bates, our representative, we had the pleasure of seeing and shaking hands with Roosevelt, There were some dozen of us in a semicircle. As he was introduced along the line there were some clergymen.

He made some pleasant remarks about ministers. Yes I said, Mr. President the preachers are your best friends. Yes he said, I guess thats so.

I visited the house and thro Penrose, I had the honor of sitting in the gallery of the Senate where diplomats and statesmen from foreign countries are seated.

Looking down I saw Edward E. Hale gowned, and opening the proceedings with a brief prayer. Hale was tall, impressive and commanding in appearance.

We looked out from the top of the towering Geo Washinton monument.

Our visit to Smithsonian was a rich feast.

I must not forgtet going out some 4 miles to a Monastary. The only thing of any note was in an under passageway we came to Pergatory. On one side of the little room, we could see a number of little china dolls roasting in the flames.

Thats one of the ways Romas Catholics impress their followers, that that is where they all must go, only to be delivered by the intercussion of the Priest.

So poor benighted souls pour out their money to deliver their friends from devouring flames.

On the Sunday of my return, I chanced to mention shaking hands with Roosevelt and how I was impressed that he was a great mixer.

One of the 5 bro's H got up and made for the door and never returned while I was in Cambridge Springs.

For some years he was want to go to Wagon Gap, in western Colorado, to fish and climb the mountains. He was a great lover of the mountains and delighted in trouting.

One day his rubber boot chaffed his shin. In 24 hours he knew it was blood poison. He notifies the Chicagoans to return by some other route, and he would go to Colorado Springs and have an ambulance meet him.

He was taken to the hospital and was already delirious. After two or 3 days he notified the surgeon that on such a day he was going home. Man you can't. Yes, I have telegraphed my wife and son to meet me in Omaha. His son was a physician.

I need to go thro the weeks of his hovering between life and death.

A message came from Chase saying if I expected to see James alive, I had better come. Wife and I were at Conference at Dubois. We started immediately. When it was time for me to show up, he said to Susan, its about time he was here. Looking out of the window she said, he is here.

When I entered his room he put his long arms about my neck and drew me down to his face and kissed and said "Your God and Fathers God is good enough for me"

He lived, and many golden hours we spent together.

I took quite an active part in the Masonic Lodge. One time the Masons had a banquet with some distinguished guests.

I was invited to deliver an address. I made careful preporation, but did not read my manuscript. I rec'd many cordial plaudits.

When I left Cambridge Springs the fraternity gave me a stick pin which I greatly prize.

One night after the 3rd we tarried for a lunch. When that was over, o the smoke. When it was thick enough to cut into blocks I said, Gentleman, You are not going to make

JOHN BOLARD was a SSS a lawyer. He had a way of closing the school with remarks, and trespassed on the time for public service. I remonstrated, but it did no good.

Then I told my organist to begin playing at 11 o'clock. It secured the object. But the grudge only slumbered. With the men who had taken all my hard earnings, they figured for my removal. Calling at the parsonage, Lizzie and I sitting on the veranda, he made known the wish of that few. The fear that I might die on their hands was hinted. I gave him to understand that I would relieve them from my burial.

So at the end of my 3rd year I was located at Grace Church, Warren.

Grace is on the East side, and for long was the only one DR. SMITH, Presbyterian Minister, said to his people, let the M.E's alone to occupy the field. Now at this day the Nazarenes and Roman Catholics have churches.

Grace numbered around 400. There was a little cotirie of Holy people who yet excercised the leading power of the church, and numbered the most on the official board.

Going there I knew nothing of the condition of affairs. Had I, then I had refused to go.

Yet perhaps I was the best one to go thro the battle that was sure to come.

The first year there was harmony. In all outward appearances the church was prospering. My salary had been increased over my predecessor 100., tho small enough at that. The Benevolences were increased Two hundred and more dollars were in the treasury.

Prayer meetings were well attended, tho it was apparent the Faction tried to run them.

There were 4 men that would like to have 15 minutes apiece. One evening I informed them, one hour was long enough for prayer. service, and that JOHN WESLEY would not permit anyone to pray over 3 minutes.

As so many desire to participate. I allowed one hour and a half. The Faction had a way of holding off till it percived. I was about to close, then they were on their feet to endeavor to prolong the service.

I strove to favor them as much as possible towards the end of the year. 5 of them came to see me. If I would only preach their doctrines we could capture the town. After several minutes of their urgencies, I said, Brethens I thank you for coming, and I will study

Of one thing be sure, I will preach only what I believe. Will take this up later on.

My Sunday school class was a pride to me. It numbered 24. Three or four coming from 3 miles away. I made it my business to call on the families of those boys. We had a custom of holding a meeting at the parsonage every Monday evening. We devoted half an hour to business, learning how to conduct business, Presiding, making motions and other little items.

Then we had half an hour of social life. My wife would provide a little treat, apples, popcorn, bananas.

When the clock struck 9, they all vanished. What impressions were made on their young minds ia all unknown.

They were likely boys and in after years some of them were in the World war.

One little fellow wrote me several times after I had moved away.

The hills were a treat. Especially when James came. We tramped all the hills, coming home tired at night. James was always a great lover of the everlasting hills.

Then there was a family living on one of the peaks, whom I many times visited. Once my stay was into the evening, and one of the young men escortrd me down till I knew the road home.

This evening in the town I passed a group of boys from 8 to 16. They were smoking, chattering, and using not the best of languages.

It started a train of thought.

Which is the greater, the street school or the public school. Followed it up by preaching a sermon on the street school.

I entered the Temperance battle and so far as I know, was the only minister who took an active interest.

The next Sunday night I gave a desciption of that scene. The church was filled up and down, and I am sure the people were more than ever disgusted with the liquor business.

One year I gave the memorial address out in the open. Great was the crowd. My mention of the Little Red school house as one of the causes of raising an intelligent army such as never before or since was in an army. Made on good Catholic towering mad.

Once I was at a great Masonic Festival, and was one of the speakers. After the ladies had feasted us nobly, I thought courtesy ought to invite them to the speaking banquet. It was so ordered.

My remarks attracted attension and some of the Masons were for having it published. For some reason however, it was not done.

REV'D MAHOON held Union Revival services and there were many conversions. Mahoon was a sane Revivlist. We recieved a large class of young people as the result. I think more than any other church.

There was a family by the name of GROSS, relatives of my wife. It consisted of two sisters, Elizabeth and Sarah, and bro, John. Also a Henry who was there only part of the time. I attended the funeral of John. They were the most delightful people and their house was a second home for us. All of them have since joined the celestials.