Greater Indianapolis ;the history, the industries, the institutions, and the people of a city of homes . f the great dny ar-rived. Up from the countiy came an oldlady, very tall, very angular. As she andher family drove into the village, she stoodup in the wagon; she had donned her whiterobe; she drove through the one principalstreet, ringing a bell, and exhorting the look-ers-on to make ready for the coming. Hav-ing gathered the faithful together, theystarted toward the highest point east of thevillage—I think where Hilton U. Brownshouse now stands f Xo. 5087 E. Washington);and there they spe
Greater Indianapolis ;the history, the industries, the institutions, and the people of a city of homes . f the great dny ar-rived. Up from the countiy came an oldlady, very tall, very angular. As she andher family drove into the village, she stoodup in the wagon; she had donned her whiterobe; she drove through the one principalstreet, ringing a bell, and exhorting the look-ers-on to make ready for the coming. Hav-ing gathered the faithful together, theystarted toward the highest point east of thevillage—I think where Hilton U. Brownshouse now stands f Xo. 5087 E. Washington);and there they spent the day in prayer, praiseand exhortation. The sun kept on his lirightway, and Anally went down behind the iiieatforest trees. The stars came out one by one;the biids had gone to rest, and the tjuietniyht was settling down sweetly and peace-fully over the earth. There had been no con-vulsion of nature. The old world seemed tobe going on in the even tenor of its way. Thepoor deluded souls took off their white robes,folded them up cai-efullv and sori-owfnlly. HISTORY OF (.ItKATEK INDIAXArOLlS. 183. z o Xm< XH aoz s o fe Z 9 < 5 Z H Z -^ 184 HISTORY OF GKEATER INDIANAPOLIS. and wcndid tluir way back to the village adisappointed, unhappy Tliis incident introduces one of the uniquecharacters of our church, known in his hiteryears as Father Weeks. At this time therewas but the one ^Methodist church, WesleyChapel, in the vdlage. Father Foudray wasmy mothers class leader. He was mucli be-loved in our family. My mother was anxiousfor the conversion of a young lady cousinand my sister, who was about fifteen yearsold. She thought if they would attend theclass-meeting, Father Foudrays persuasivepowers and sweet singing would influencethem to the better life. They led class dif-ferently then; members did not speak volun-tarily, but the leader called on every one in-dividually to testify. Father Foudray wouldnot comjiel a timid sister to speak, but witha word of advice, a te
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