“We are going to New York. We believe we shall see Jesus there. He consecrated and blessed our love for each other. Our hearts hunger for him. We long to see him again.”

“God grant you may,” Maxwell answered. “The Lord bless you both, and give you a vision of him. I cannot believe his mission is over.”

Two days later, Stanton and Virginia were in the great city. For a week, they sought in various ways to trace some clue that would lead their steps to Him. But to no avail.

The eighth day, they were walking down Broadway and stepped into Trinity Church. They lingered there, enjoying the calm beauty of the interior, and on coming out, Stanton suggested a stroll down Wall Street. They had hardly crossed Broadway, and Stanton, who was familiar with the city on account of his residence there when a social settlement worker, had directed Virginia’s attention to the eight massive Doric columns of the United States sub-treasury building prominent down the narrow street, when almost at once, as crowds gather in a big city, men seemed to spring up all about them, hurrying past them. Confused murmurs of disconnected but tremendously exciting talk rose about them.

Stanton, with Virginia eagerly clinging to his arm, and listening, suddenly exclaimed, “What was that? Someone said, ‘Jesus is here!’” He spoke to a fine looking man who had just run out of one of the brokers’ offices nearby. “What is the excitement about?”

“Ah! I’ve only just caught the news. They say that Jesus has appeared again. Better follow the crowd. I have learned, sir, that crowds generally are pretty good signposts. They seem to know where the center of interest is.”

All this was spoken with great good humor but with an underlying earnestness.

Stanton and Virginia walked on with the man, each step drawing nearer to the front of the sub-treasury building. Several city clocks nearby struck the noon hour. The Trinity chimes sounded it. The narrow street was already full with people. Office doors opened all along and poured out a stream of men as well. They were running in from Broad Street. Already the space in front of the Treasury building was thick with men.

“Look!” Stanton suddenly spoke and pointed for Virginia. “Up there, by Washington’s statue. There he is! It is true. Jesus is here! Thank God!”

“How do you know?” the man who had answered Stanton’s first question asked.

“I have seen him. My wife and I have both seen him. We are from Raymond.”

“Ah, from Raymond, and you have seen him? What do you suppose will happen now?”

Stanton did not answer. He and Virginia could get no farther than the foot of the steps that lead up to that gigantic figure of the First President. There the crowd completely hemmed them in. The dense mass overflowed up the steps, all over the street as far as the eye could reach.