Miracle of the ages, in that dingy tenement, there in that united family due to the touch of Jesus. One out of thousands in New York that night as the multitudes swayed and thronged about him and cried out for his healing power.

And four days later, Jasper Carter on Number Six was just entering the Pennsylvania Station, his soul possessed with feverish passion to confront Jesus face-to-face again. And when he met Jesus, what would his soul cry out?

Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Raymond was two days’ ride from New York, and during the entire forty-eight hours of that journey, Jasper Carter had, with only a few hours’ sleep taken out of his waking consciousness, been completely absorbed in his thought of this person who had at last become, in spite of himself, the center of his most absorbing interest.

As he drew nearer the city, he bought the latest editions of all the New York papers. They contained little else except accounts of Jesus and his sayings and doings. The whole city was moved by his presence. Whenever he appeared and was recognized in public, the people streamed toward him. The sudden cry of “Jesus is here!” was like a magic spell to attract the multitude.

But he was beginning to arouse bitter criticism and hostility. His denunciation of Roswald Drake and his public arraignment of the influential men of the press in their cowardly support of the liquor interests had aroused the hatred of those who in every age shield their wickedness and selfishness behind the custom and special privilege of social standing and wealth.

One editorial comment in particular struck Carter as significant of public opinion. He read it with conflicting feelings: