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Show No Cause For Alarm. (Lippincott's.) Rev. Brown, a man of less than medium me-dium stature, possessed a high, squeaky voice. r Hot long ago he was invited to exchange ex-change pulpits with a minister in a neighboring neigh-boring city. The church in which he was to preach was much more imposing than the home chapel. Arriving early, he peered from behind the pulpit and watched what he considered consid-ered an immense congregation with trepidation. As the last notes Of the organ voluntary died away, his little head popped up from behind the desk, and 'without-a word of warning he piped out,"It Is I: be not afraid." |