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Show i Awed the Reporter. James O'Donnell Innett, a iv , Known Chicago newspaper man who ,i 5s writing foreifrn letters for the Chi- f j catro Record-Herald, confesses that he ' f was profrrundly impressed in London th,e Pleaching of Father Bernard auphan. , "iIe calces you quail." he writes; ! he sends you away tremulous, with a hundred emotions, hopes, anxieties, regrets, resolutions, aspirations. He prlps you. buffets you, rails at you then svems to throw his ereat arms aroun, you and drapr you panting, hurt, ashamed and eager onward with him to the heights. For prodigious effort produced by simple and at times uncouth means, he surpasses anv preached I ever heard, and I have reported re-ported over a hundred and written analyses as thoroughly is I could compass com-pass them all. He uses no notes, he begins falteringly, speaking very slow and with labored clearness. "What is he? A well-rounded, red-faced, red-faced, gray-haired man who is profoundly pro-foundly moved about something and whom a rush of blood to the head may lay low the next instant. "Yes, he's that; a simple Catholic ; i priest, ruddy, oldfashioned, antiquated, ' I if you will, as the world goes, and be- I ,lini the times. But the peers of Eng- I land are sitting rigid under the spell of the man, the priest, and the duchesses duch-esses are nervously biting their lips and wiping their eyes. He is preach-ing preach-ing 'Christ and Him Crucifiedchastity. ieath and judgment to come. A few ; Sundays ago unfolding the text, 'What Think Ye of Christ? Whose Son Is He?' he leaned over the pulpit rail. Then pausing, he asked, 'What did Peter, James and John think of Him? It's far more important for me, for vou to know what they thought than what Professor Pideider thinks, or what Mr. Campbell and other higher critics think. The edisciples knew Him. they loved Him: they served Him; they died for Him." i |