When the Arrow Flies

Where was the child? It was time for the meeting to begin. In fact the opening strains of music were sounding. The leader was on the platform. That boy knew he had to be in the meeting! Mother glanced around nervously to see if he was somewhere in the audience. The famous evangelistic singer, Carlton Booth, was announced. As his song rang out, the audience sat enthralled by the old Gospel truth glowing with the power of music. At the close of one chorus he said quietly, “I am going to sing the next verse, but I am going to ask those little boys standing in the aisle at the back of the auditorium to come up and sing the chorus with me.” Something in the boys’ faces as they stood at the door had caught the singer’s attention. They self-consciously mounted the platform. Mother Bollback’s eyes were glued to the last figure! Once it had worn a white suit. It was now wet, crumpled, and mud-stained. The buttons had burst off the shirt, and the round little stomach protruded conspicuously. Even the boy’s hair had not escaped contact with the mud puddle and was standing on end. As the boys sang, Harry’s mother shrank lower and lower in her seat. Then, before the audience, Mr. Booth turned to Harry, “Young man, where is your mother? Is she here tonight?” This time it was the boy’s turn to point to the audience. “There she is, right down there.” Mr. Booth put his loving hand on the tousled head:

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