American library books ยป Essay ยป Acres of Diamonds by Russell H. Conwell (short novels in english TXT) ๐Ÿ“•

Read book online ยซAcres of Diamonds by Russell H. Conwell (short novels in english TXT) ๐Ÿ“•ยป.   Author   -   Russell H. Conwell



1 ... 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24
Go to page:
chestnut-brown that at first sight seems black. In his early manhood he was superb in looks, as his pictures show, but anxiety and work and the constant flight of years, with physical pain, have settled his face into lines of sadness and almost of severity, which instantly vanish when he speaks. And his face is illumined by marvelous eyes.

 

He is a lonely man. The wife of his early years died long, long ago, before success had come, and she was deeply mourned, for she had loyally helped him through a time that held much of struggle and hardship. He married again; and this wife was his loyal helpmate for many years.

In a time of special stress, when a defalcation of sixty-five thousand dollars threatened to crush Temple College just when it was getting on its feet, for both Temple Church and Temple College had in those early days buoyantly assumed heavy indebtedness, he raised every dollar he could by selling or mortgaging his own possessions, and in this his wife, as he lovingly remembers, most cordially stood beside him, although she knew that if anything should happen to him the financial sacrifice would leave her penniless. She died after years of companionship; his children married and made homes of their own; he is a lonely man. Yet he is not unhappy, for the tremendous demands of his tremendous work leave him little time for sadness or retrospect. At times the realization comes that he is getting old, that friends and comrades have been passing away, leaving him an old man with younger friends and helpers. But such realization only makes him work with an earnestness still more intense, knowing that the night cometh when no man shall work.

 

Deeply religious though he is, he does not force religion into conversation on ordinary subjects or upon people who may not be interested in it.

With him, it is action and good works, with faith and belief, that count, except when talk is the natural, the fitting, the necessary thing; when addressing either one individual or thousands, he talks with superb effectiveness.

 

His sermons are, it may almost literally be said, parable after parable; although he himself would be the last man to say this, for it would sound as if he claimed to model after the greatest of all examples. His own way of putting it is that he uses stories frequently because people are more impressed by illustrations than by argument.

 

Always, whether in the pulpit or out of it, he is simple and homelike, human and unaffected.

If he happens to see some one in the congregation to whom he wishes to speak, he may just leave his pulpit and walk down the aisle, while the choir is singing, and quietly say a few words and return.

 

In the early days of his ministry, if he heard of a poor family in immediate need of food he would be quite likely to gather a basket of provisions and go personally, and offer this assistance and such other as he might find necessary when he reached the place. As he became known he ceased from this direct and open method of charity, for he knew that impulsiveness would be taken for intentional display. But he has never ceased to be ready to help on the instant that he knows help is needed. Delay and lengthy investigation are avoided by him when he can be certain that something immediate is required.

And the extent of his quiet charity is amazing.

With no family for which to save money, and with no care to put away money for himself, he thinks only of money as an instrument for helpfulness.

I never heard a friend criticize him except for too great open-handedness.

 

I was strongly impressed, after coming to know him, that he possessed many of the qualities that made for the success of the old-time district leaders of New York City, and I mentioned this to him, and he at once responded that he had himself met โ€œBig Tim,โ€ the long-time leader of the Sullivans, and had had him at his house, Big Tim having gone to Philadelphia to aid some henchman in trouble, and having promptly sought the aid of Dr. Conwell. And it was characteristic of Conwell that he saw, what so many never saw, the most striking characteristic of that Tammany leader. For, โ€œBig Tim Sullivan was so kind-hearted!โ€ Conwell appreciated the manโ€™s political unscrupulousness as well as did his enemies, but he saw also what made his underlying powerโ€”his kind-heartedness. Except that Sullivan could be supremely unscrupulous, and that Conwell is supremely scrupulous, there were marked similarities in these masters over men; and Conwell possesses, as Sullivan possessed, a wonderful memory for faces and names.

 

Naturally, Russell Conwell stands steadily and strongly for good citizenship. But he never talks boastful Americanism. He seldom speaks in so many words of either Americanism or good citizenship, but he constantly and silently keeps the American flag, as the symbol of good citizenship, before his people. An American flag is prominent in his church; an American flag is seen in his home; a beautiful American flag is up at his Berkshire place and surmounts a lofty tower where, when he was a boy, there stood a mighty tree at the top of which was an eagleโ€™s nest, which has given him a name for his home, for he terms it โ€œThe Eagleโ€™s Nest.โ€

 

Remembering a long story that I had read of his climbing to the top of that tree, though it was a well-nigh impossible feat, and securing the nest by great perseverance and daring, I asked him if the story were a true one. โ€œOh, Iโ€™ve heard something about it; somebody said that somebody watched me, or something of the kind. But I donโ€™t remember anything about it myself.โ€

 

Any friend of his is sure to say something, after a while, about his determination, his insistence on going ahead with anything on which he has really set his heart. One of the very important things on which he insisted, in spite of very great opposition, and especially an opposition from the other churches of his denomination (for this was a good many years ago, when there was much more narrowness in churches and sects than there is at present), was with regard to doing away with close communion. He determined on an open communion; and his way of putting it, once decided upon, was: โ€œMy friends, it is not for me to invite you to the table of the Lord. The table of the Lord is open. If you feel that you can come to the table, it is open to you.โ€ And this is the form which he still uses.

 

He not only never gives up, but, so his friends say, he never forgets a thing upon which he has once decided, and at times, long after they supposed the matter has been entirely forgotten, they suddenly find Dr. Conwell bringing his original purpose to pass. When I was told of this I remembered that pickerel-pond in the Berkshires!

 

If he is really set upon doing anything, little or big, adverse criticism does not disturb his serenity. Some years ago he began wearing a huge diamond, whose size attracted much criticism and caustic comment. He never said a word in defense; he just kept on wearing the diamond.

One day, however, after some years, he took it off, and people said, โ€œHe has listened to the criticism at last!โ€ He smiled reminiscently as he told me about this, and said: โ€œA dear old deacon of my congregation gave me that diamond and I did not like to hurt his feelings by refusing it.

It really bothered me to wear such a glaring big thing, but because I didnโ€™t want to hurt the old deaconโ€™s feelings I kept on wearing it until he was dead. Then I stopped wearing it.โ€

 

The ambition of Russell Conwell is to continue working and working until the very last moment of his life. In work he forgets his sadness, his loneliness, his age. And he said to me one day, โ€œI will die in harness.โ€

IX

THE STORY OF ACRES OF DIAMONDS

 

CONSIDERING everything, the most remarkable thing in Russell Conwellโ€™s remarkable life is his lecture, โ€œAcres of Diamonds.โ€

That is, the lecture itself, the number of times he has delivered it, what a source of inspiration it has been to myriads, the money that he has made and is making, and, still more, the purpose to which he directs the money. In the circumstances surrounding โ€œAcres of Diamonds,โ€ in its tremendous success, in the attitude of mind revealed by the lecture itself and by what Dr.

Conwell does with it, it is illuminative of his character, his aims, his ability.

 

The lecture is vibrant with his energy. It flashes with his hopefulness. It is full of his enthusiasm.

It is packed full of his intensity. It stands for the possibilities of success in every one. He has delivered it over five thousand times. The demand for it never diminishes. The success grows never less.

 

There is a time in Russell Conwellโ€™s youth of which it is pain for him to think. He told me of it one evening, and his voice sank lower and lower as he went far back into the past. It was of his days at Yale that he spoke, for they were days of suffering. For he had not money for Yale, and in working for more he endured bitter humiliation. It was not that the work was hard, for Russell Conwell has always been ready for hard work. It was not that there were privations and difficulties, for he has always found difficulties only things to overcome, and endured privations with cheerful fortitude. But it was the humiliations that he metโ€”the personal humiliations that after more than half a century make him suffer in remembering themโ€”yet out of those humiliations came a marvelous result.

 

โ€œI determined,โ€ he says, โ€œthat whatever I could do to make the way easier at college for other young men working their way I would do.โ€

 

And so, many years ago, he began to devote every dollar that he made from โ€œAcres of Diamondsโ€

to this definite purpose. He has what may be termed a waiting-list. On that list are very few cases he has looked into personally.

Infinitely busy man that he is, he cannot do extensive personal investigation. A large proportion of his names come to him from college presidents who know of students in their own colleges in need of such a helping hand.

 

โ€œEvery night,โ€ he said, when I asked him to tell me about it, โ€œwhen my lecture is over and the check is in my hand, I sit down in my room in the hotelโ€โ€”what a lonely picture, toolโ€”โ€œI sit down in my room in the hotel and subtract from the total sum received my actual expenses for that place, and make out a check for the difference and send it to some young man on my list. And I always send with the check a letter of advice and helpfulness, expressing my hope that it will be of some service to him and telling him that he is to feel under no obligation except to his Lord. I feel strongly, and I try to make every young man feel, that there must be no sense of obligation to me personally. And I tell them that I am hoping to leave behind me men who will do more work than I have done. Donโ€™t think that I put in too much advice,โ€ he added, with a smile, โ€œfor I only try to let them know that a friend is trying to help them.โ€

 

His face lighted

1 ... 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24
Go to page:

Free e-book: ยซAcres of Diamonds by Russell H. Conwell (short novels in english TXT) ๐Ÿ“•ยป   -   read online now on website american library books (americanlibrarybooks.com)

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment