That woman. One stormy night, how it stormed and raged, whirling the snow till the traveler would be confused. Such a night when people perish in the piercing blast.

It was between 10 ans 11 when Chase came in with 2 or 3 other boys. Coming from some party. He said, father a woman just went into the church shed, and she'll perish with the cold. Go bring her in and we'll make a bed here by the fire. They bro't her in. Her clothing was icy and snowy. We bro't some blankets and spread them in front of the stove. I asked her no questions. An outcast, homeless.

She was up in the morning, the first and before any one was downstairs she had departed.

No track, trace or rememberance. So we players on life stage play some trifling part and mysteriously disappear. A momentary wonder perhaps, and then forgotten as a dream dies at opening day.

When my 3 years were up R.S. BORLAND Presiding Elder took me to Corry.

There were some unpleasant features. I followed J.G. TOWNSEND the idol of the spiritual universe portion of his larger Congregation. J.G.T was a flowery, very pleasing speaker and was ever sure of a good following. Had he not become infatuated with himself, he might have spent his life in the M E C, a successful minister. But he lacked the moral fiber. Naturally egotistic and flattered by his women followers. He made wreck of himself.

He had only been there one year. He told his people that he wanted to return while at the same time he was plotting for a higher call. Before leaving for Buffalo he told one of his lady friends, MRS. MURRAY, he was going to Delaware Ave. He was confident he could hold his church level and would then reach out and bring in the wealthy.

He failed in both. His plans were to go to N.Y. and capture that city. Then go to Chicago and take that as his trophy.

Delaware closed against him. He tried to dicker with Olean or Bradford. They were locked against him.

A MRS. KENT, who was in my congregation the first year I was in Corry, invited him to come to Jamestown and take the Old Methodist Church. That church was far to small, and his friends took him to the Opera.

That was overflowing. Mr. T was going to give the world a new Theology, then his sermons were published. That was his downfall.

A certain Presbyterian preacher in Buffalo punctured his balloon and his fall was hard on the earth.

When some of his friends prevailed on him to come and deliver a lecture, I set him up as the man. No asperation ever escaped my lips. But he didn't come. Then another time was set and he came to town. He engaged with some of his friends in playing croquet, but the next morning pleading indisposition he took his departure for Buffalo.

While in Corry, HENRY W. BEECHER died.

A great demonstration was made in the public square on Sunday afternoon. There was a great crowd, I was the speaker, What I said for it was written, has passed from my mind.

H.W. Beecher was the greatest preacher of the age. Not forgetting, the distinguished, SPURGEON and P BROOKS.

He was a genious in creating tho'ts beautiful, amasing so. He was as great as the forests, the flowers, the seas, the mountains.

He did more than any man of the age to break down prejudice between Denominations.

He was only second to his sister, if second in arranging human thoughts against the horror and abomination of slavery.

By his matchless oratory he saved us from war with England.

He went to England at the request of Lincoln. He stood before audiences of 5000 hating America and turned their storms of praise.

No orator has ever surpassed his mastery over mob assemblies.

WENDELL PHILLIPS was a rival in this respect, but not his superior.

One other incident and I heard the last of him. One Saturday evening he drove into town. I supposed next morning he would appear in church.

He drove his team to MR WALES who sounded his trumpet for him on all occasions. Allowed Mr Wales to care for his horses, these he betook himself to the Kents. The next morning he drove to Meadville. From that forward M T was no more mentioned in Corry.

My friend S. Mead said, Don't you worry. Be the pastor you were among us and you will win. My policy had been ever to know my people even to those who were not church members. How one comes to love his people. When you are at the fireside and know their wants and sorrows, you will come sooner or later to have a big place in their hearts. People like to know the man who ministers to them.

When I was closing my 50 years, I said to my people, I have had 2 ideals before me. 1st to be the best preacher I can, 2nd to be the best Pastor I can.

Corry originally was nicknamed City of Stumps. It is built at the crossing of the P E Erie Rail Roads. That crossing could just as well have been made at Columbus, 3 miles east.

Greed and selfishness sometimes cut their own throat. The poor little town tho't the time had come to reap a fortune. They wanted too much and the roads changed the crossing.

Columbus had remained a dying town ever since, and Corry has grown into a thriving town of over 7000. What it is today, I know not.

The Corry Church was a live church. Class meetings were well attended. Prayer meetings were always lively. P.E. Borland was often in attendance living a good stones throw away. Sunday School was the best in the city.

The Presbyterians were a strong people. Before I left the Pastor said Cards had eaten, but the vitality of his people. A certain clique would come to prayer meeting, and

There may have been a few in our church that played, but it was not niticable.

It was in Corry I learned tithing. There were 2 young women and C. BAGLEY. One of the women with her needle supported her mother, and helped send bro to medical college and took one of the advocates. LIVINGSTON was her name. The other was a teacher in the public schools. Her mother lived with her. They had some means, but were dependent on the school. They took church papers. MEAD was her name, she tithed.

MR> BAGLEY is now living in LA in his own bungalow. He was long enough in the acme work to aquire a fortune. He sent his daughter to Allegheny College, then adopted a young lady and sent her thro college. Besides has $5000, the interest which goes for prizes. These 3 set me to tithing. I have followed it thru the years and giving ia a joy.

I married MR. BAGLEY to the daughter of a retired Judge. There were many guests and all crowding to be near the happy couple. In the midst of the ceremony the floor began to sink. The company sank back to the edge of the room and I went on with the ceremony.

This Mr. BAGLEY, his sister and her husband with about a dozen more left the Presbyterian church and united with us.

They were among our choicest members. It came about in this way. At some social the question was raised as to the 5 points of Calvinism, Damnation of infants. At once there was a division. They didn't believe others insisted it was the creed. Finally the book was brot and consternation seized the company and the split followed and we gained.

That is the only call I ever knew of so many

Another name I must mention, REV G. HUMASON. He lived in our neighborhood, wife and child. He was secretary of the Howard Tannery, and was admitted to our Conference and was serving Columbus and North Corry. He was succeeding finely. Often came to our prayer services. I recall the favorite song, "My Jesus I Love Thee".

He burst into prominence and had a remarkable career. I need not follow him in his Ministry. It was greatly successful while it lasted. But the burden became to heavy, and now for some years is spending his last days woth second wife in Moorsetown, New Jersy. We have been carrying on correspondence for some years.

Just ten years my junior.

There was a woman MRS. MURRAY, who lived a mile from the church on the Western Hill. Who one season supplied the pulpit with sweet peas. She and her husband were regular attendant, but no members.

What a pity that some of the choicest spirits can't be bro't into the church. When their hearts are religious and in sympathy with God and Christ and all divine things.

Another friend was DR. MACHRIO, who was a near neighbor in Clymer, and now was living in Corry. His life was a model in many, very many respects. Yet he was a materialist. It seems one time he exacted a promise that I would officiate at his funeral.

The call came when I was in Warren. Some 2 years after I spoke at her funeral.

I married the daughter, Mati, to WILL LEWIS.

That introduces a unique character, Pop Corn Lewis. Who was a noted Spiritulist. He began his career in Cleveland selling pop corn, there buying school lands. He prospered and at one time was wealthy, tho I think his wealth slipped thro his fingers.

In the church was a couple named WESTLY, among our best people. They were childless. Before my going to Corry some relative died leaving them a little boy, Willie and his sister Daisy, say 10 or 12 years of age. Children couldn't have been loved more.

In course of time both came down with diptheria and both died. Willie passed away first and was in another room. Daisy was apparently in a comatose condition. The Uncle and Aunt watching by her side. All at once she roused, sat up in bed and told a beautiful story of Heaven.

Then she began telling the people she saw and was calling their names. Some they knew were dead. Others they found afterwards had passed away. Then the Uncle and Aunt asked if such a person was there. The little one looked around, I don't see him. Oh yes, He's here.

At last she spoke up "Why, theres Willie and hes come for me". Uncle may'nt I go.

Poor Uncle, he brole down and burried his face in the bed clothing, crying like a baby. Uncle, maynt I go? Till he could refuse the pitiful plea no longer, Yes. Then she turned to the Aunt. Now the Aunt was one of those stern, not moved by ordinary pleas. Auntie "Maynt I go"? No response. Auntie Maynt I go? Marble could not resist such pleas. Yes, you may go. Instantly she fell back in the bed and was gone.

There is a sequel to this story. Time passed. I heard Mr. W in class frequently, childlike trust, tender hearted.

One summer day he arranged with a young man to go fishing. The day wore away

Betaking myself to the house. I found Mrs W. in bed and MRS. CHIDISTER ministering to her. After a few minutes Mrs W asked me to pray. While praying I heard Mrs C fall from the lounge. She seemed to have fainted. I assisted her to the lounge when Mrs W said, don't be alarmed. I have seen her that way before. I heard her whispering, I will be good. I will be good. Then she spoke some beautiful sentences from Daisy. Then she changed to another person. Uttering some Heavenly things. Finally she reached out her hands and grasped mine and in a loud mans voice she said, Now Robert you see there is something in this. Going, home I jotted down as well as I could what had happened. But in time these were lost and I only rely on memory.

This gives me occasion to speak more fully of MRS CHIDISTER. She was a woman of fine qualities and possesses a rare gift. Spiritulists claimed her, but she refused to be identified with that call.

Once when I was calling, as we were conversing she said, There's a man here who says he knows you. He has a long beard and was instantly killed. Oh I know, thats Rev'd Eckles, yes. There's another man here who knows you. He's one armed, an old solier. Oh yes, that's Ludwick. Yes. Now she did not know either of the men.

Another time she discribed 3 sisters. The center one having a star on the brow. From the desciption, I know they were Lizzie, Sarah and Fannie Adrain. Fannie was one of the best known girls in Meadville in her day. A most lovely charecter. Then she said, I see an old man rising. In his hand he held a glass saying

Now BOBBY ADRAIN was a great lover of BOBBY BURNS, and the Masons used to get him to recite and sing Bobby Burns. But I never knew him to drink to intoxication. None the less, Mrs C had pictured 4 people she never saw, nor even heard of them.

Mrs C raised a fine family then adopted a deaf and dumb girl. Raised her as her own, schooled and homed her till she finally married one of her own kind.

I had a class of the loveliest girls in all my experience. One little one, much younger than the others, would go nowhere else. She was bright and a treasure. We numbered 24. At first none of them ever had even the golden text. Now I said, next Sunday we will all have the golden text. Next Sunday not one had the text. Oh, I said, this will never do. Next Sunday we will all have the golden text. We did and never there after did we fail.

I wish I knew what has become of them all.

In my 3rd year we (our ch) had a singular experience. MR. BLISS was a cousin of the celebrated P.P. BLISS, the singer. He had a cousin WILSON a noted Revivalist.

About a week before xmas, Mr B notified me that his cousin would spend the Sunday with him. Extend a welcome and tell him the pulpit is open morning or evening, as he may elect. He came and chose the evening. It was snowing, but there was a good house. Before beginning I said, If you feel you have the audience with you. Give an invitation to come forward.

The sermon was good. The invitation was accepted and I think all of MR. BAGLEYS class of young girls, say from 16 to 20 bowed at the Alter.

A hurried conversation with the Brother kneeling, in the chanced resulted in

As people say it was a great Revival. Over 300 names were handed me, and a few were given to the Presbyterians and a few the Baptists.

Out of that number I think I rec'd into the church 60. 50 of those were from the S.S. and congregation. I searched that town and I couldn't find the people. What had become of them. I was noted for hunting up people, but in that case, I failed.

Mr. Wilson and family took out of town over $300, besides presents.

That's the only time in my ministry that I employed an Evangelist. Expecting in Cattarangus of which I will unite in due time.

I cetainly was disappointed in the results, and I feel glad that I was not racing after Evangelists.

While here, my sister Jane passed away. I went once to see her in Cleveland and again to attend her funeral. The husband was a miserable coot.

During my last summer, James and I took a Western trip. Father left me $400.00 and on the strength of that I set out to see somewhat of my own Country. We were gone 4 weeks. I had always longed to see the mountains. I feasted. The granduer and glory filled my soul. We went into Idaho to Beaver Canon. From there we staged into Yellow Stone Park.

By chance there was a party of six from St. Louis. An Englishman and wife touring the world and James and myself.

At noon we two lunched by ourselves. The Englisman and his wife by themselves and the Germans in their group.

We were thro first and strolled where the Germans were. They offered us beer. We declined. The Englishman picked up his bottle and offered us some Black Bess. Again, we declined. They tho't us damned Prohibition Fanatics.

That night we stopped at a log hotel by the side of a stream.

On the table we had salmon, venison and mooose.

Next day, we came to a house 10 miles from any habitation. Never did I see a woman more pleased to see any one than she to welcome us to her habitation. No wonder, 10 miles to nearest neighbor. No wonder people grow crazy. Souls starve to death.

At night we lodged at the Fountain Inn. Lower Geyser Basin.

We visited the fountain and Paint Pots and dined in sight of old faithful.

Rightly named for every 55 to 60 minutes he sends his silver spray 150 feet in the air. Within stones throw are the Castle, The grand and giantess, which we did not see.

One day at dinner someone sounded the giant. That room was empty in a trice. It was a race for a mile. The English woman was there as soon as we and we were no mean walkers. The sight was most magnificent. Columns of scalding water, shooting in the air for an hour, 250 ft.

Not far away I saw the Splended. I tried to attrack the crowd, but they heard not. So I had the scene to myself.

From there we went to Yellowstone River. True falls, how beautiful. The lower one over 200 feet. The view from Inspiration 4 miles down is one of the grandest views I ever saw. Eagle nest of sticks, the little eaglets. The old bird gyrating, watching a chance to plunge into the river to catch a fish. The marvelous colors in the rocks never to be forgotten. Mammouth Hot Springs.

Returning we made for Salt Lake City. Spent a Sabboth there, attended worship in that great auditorium and heard the great organ. For year the greatest beyond the Father of Waters,

Back to Manitor Springs, up Pikes Peak and on to Denver.

We climbed the Peak horseback, my but I was sore. It was Aug 18. Lighting from the horse, my steps to the Good House were unsteady as a tipsy mans. But some women had to lie down and others drank coffee to brace them. James and I took nothing.

We ate our lunch on a great stone about 8ft by 4. A hollow like wash basin in the center.

Down away miles we saw a frieght train creepy along like a snail. Going down we were caught in a thunder storm, snow storm. Rainbow all for our benefit. The horses picked their way cautiously and we were glad when the storm passed.

We spent a day in Denver. James leaving me as he was in a hurry.

I stopped a night in Cheyenne with Fred and the DURRELLS.

It was a long journey and I never regretted the time and expense.

Here I may say Chase graduated from High School, and made his way to Chicago. There to attend Medical College. Making his home with James and J.B.

Fred grew tired of school and we were worried what to do. He began work for Guinon in Hardware Store.

One day I was down to Depot and there met Durrell who had charge of Union Shops in Cheyenne. I told him the situation and asked if he had a place in the shops.

Said he would see. That was July. Just before xmas I had a letter from him

So, Fred left us and he's had a checkered career.

Marion and her children were with us for some months and her daughter a year.

Some of my brethen wanted me to take the Eldership. No, I said. I don't want it unless I could give my children better schools. I said give it to Bignell, that will save him, for he must leave Warren. It turned out that way.

My first experience with Christian Science was had in Corry. Two of my members were carried away with it, and left the church. They were among my best friends. However I lived to see them both abandon it and found a home in the Presbyterian church and were buried from that church.

A woman came and said she could cure one of my neighbors who had TB, She treated him till the $3.00 that he recieved weekly from his lodge was exhausted. Then she left saying she could cure him if she was sure of her pay. That's Christian with a vengence. The fact is the man was growing worse all the time, and shortly dies.

Unfortunately the Parsonage was a miserable shack. How those good people could ever permit a minister to live in such discomfort, I cannot understand. My wife actually suffered with the cold and had to wear arctics during the cold winter.

The kitchen was a kind of lean to and had dropped so that one could look up and see the stars by night. At the end of the year, I told my Elder to move. J. M. BRAY was my successor. I told him not to go into that house and he notified the church that he would not occupy the parsonage.

That woke up the church and it was not great while before a new domicile was provided for the minister.

Now this aside, Union City was and is a choice place. It is now one of the strong charges in our Conference.

Asbury at that time was an out appointment, about 3 miles away.

My first Sunday after preaching I said, I'll be with you in 2 Sundays.

They looked surprised and frowned. Finally a brother spoke up and said, We are in the habit of having service every Sunday.

Oh, I said, I did not understand it so. Then they said if it should rain or the roads be muddy, we will not expect you.

No, I said. I don't do business that way. I will be here rain or shine, mud or no mud. I kept my word and they did not fail. Knowing I would be on hand in storm. They knew they could rely on the preacher. They were a choice people.

One time I said to them, when I first came, I tho't you were the homeliest people I ever saw. My such a scowl went over their faces. But now I said, your faces look like angels to me.

Union City was a busy manufacturing town, mostly chairs. Thriving place it was. Presbyterians and Methodists were strong churches. JOHN CLARK was pastor in the Presbyterian church. Loveable man he was and we were warm friends. He was a strong Prohibitionist, and I became one. When I studied carefully how liquor was intrenched in all the cities of the land, Mayors, Alderman, Representatives, Senators, whiskey men. I said to my wife, and one of the noblest men in my church, I am done with the Republican party. Mostly ever since I have voted with that party.

John Clark said, our people are not with us now, but if we ministers are true they will be with us sometime. It was a long and painful way, but the day has dawned, and now we are battling to enforce Prohibition.

When Memorial Day came, I had the Post in our church. Then on Decoration day I went to Wattsburg, 10 miles, and spoke in the Opera House. What a crowd. I gave a discription of the Battle of Gettysburg.

The Union City Post was a good one and strong. Very largely made from the farms. The women, I think, kept the boys faithful for they had their meeting the same night in half of the Hall where the Post met.

My people were faithful and loyal to me and the church, and I certainly enjoyed the year. My wifes health began to fail and I notified the Elders. I would not go into that house another year.

Conference cast my lot with Silver Creek.

Arthur and I went in advance to get the house settled before the family came.

REV HERRON, my predicessor, had left and a boy and 3 young ladies were left behind. The result was Arthur and I had to pack their goods and helped to ship them to the Rail Road.

The consequence was that we were not more than half settled when wife and Robin and Gertrude came. We made the best of it. But how Mr. Herron could sneak away and leave the burden on our hands, I cannot quite understand.

My neighbor MR. HUNTLEY with whom I became intimately acquainted, took pains to inform me repeatedly that Mr Herron had borrowed $50. from him, but had never repaid it.

The Parsonage was a trifle better than the one in Union City.

Now I am happy to know there is a house of which any one may feel proud to occupy.

The church was just new, but the design was a great barn. Pulpit up high and the choir back of the pulpit. An annex in the rear served for a banquet hall and second story was the S.S. and Prayer room.

We had a good S.S. and divided honors with the Presbyterians.

The Pres Minister was an able man, and we were on the best of terms and held Temperance Campaign. The Speakers name is gone from me. I never have found, but one man who could hold an audience night after night, that was McDOWELL.

This man was with us some 2 weeks. How he did hurl his thunderbolts. Man would be mad enough to lynch him, but would be back the next night, and only to be lashed into again.

Often I served as Chaplain in the lodge and when my great sorrow came the lady remembered me financially. A fine class of men composed the lodge, and it was a great pleasure to meet with them.

When our 25th Anniversary arrived the church celebrated it most splendedly.

We assembled in the church. Had some speaking. Some one presented us with $125.00. It was unexpected and all the more appreciated. My wife sat by my side within the Alter. I just recall this much. Turned to her and said now we will start for the 50th Anniversary. Twas not so to be, only 2 1/2 years of happy life was left for her.

It was in my 3rd year I founded the Shakespeare Club which is in existance to this very day, 1924, and every year I send my greeting, and exepting my severe illness. I have kept my reading of the immortal band. We had most delightful times meeting once a week from house to house. PROF PORTER was our first president, as I refused the honor. But the second year they insisted I take the position. Even after I had gone to Portlans & Brocton, I came down every week and presided. I seemed to become an authority in reading, and after many years they quoted me as authority.

This is the way Mr. Stubbs would read such a passage.

Some very choice spirits have entered its membership. None finer in that community, and they keep up the standard.

One year we took on Hanover center, 2 1/2 miles away. The Baptists had attempted to ???? a church in S.C. It struggled