Birth-Marks



excitable, or as some said, those who most needed par-
don, walked down the aisle, which was roped off through
the center, to a small space just in front of the pavilion
and were there taken with "the jerks."
   A man known as Red Jenkins, one of the toughest
and most notorious characters in that section of the state,
and who had been tried several times for murder (the
charge was killing and robbing travelers who stopped at
his station), but had never been convicted-though each
jury, had it been in their power, would have rendered the
Scotch verdict-had for several years been badly crip-
pled by rheumatism and hobbled about from settlement
to settlement on crutches. On the first night of the pa-
vilion meetings he staggered forward and was seized by
violent paroxysms, at the end of which he lay as one dead.
   Calvin Campbell came down from the platform,
tossed Jenkins' crutches into the fire and lifting the man
laid him on the floor of the pavilion. In a little while
he arose, and walking down the aisle, resumed his former
seat. When told about his crutches he replied: "I do
not need them now; my body was bent and shriveled to
accommodate a crooked, shrunken soul."
   Another night, just as the meeting was beginning, a
young girl running behind the pavilion, fearful that some
one would take her seat near her mother, was jostled
and thrown into the edge of one of the fires. Her home-
spun dress blazed up, and enveloped in the flames she
ran to the edge of the pavilion, where she was caught by
Calvin Campbell and wrapped in the folds of his great
coat. He laid her as one dead on the floor. The crowd
began to gather around, but he said: "Take your seats,
the girl is not dead, but has swooned. While she lies thus,
we will ask God, who shields innocence from harm and
who takes care of his lambs, to make her whole."



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