Several blocks away a fine new brick church was in process of
construction, to be used for Italian Catholics. Truly the prospect
was not encouraging for the Protestant Mission.

However, generations of those who endure and overcome had written
deep within him an unfailing courage and a conquering faith.

He began to cultivate Italians in their stores, on the streets, in
their homes, wherever he might. His charm and sincerity opened the
way and won true friends. In his discussions with them he found
those who were questioning the authority of their former faith; it
seemed out of harmony in this new land, and they were turning from
it to unbelief.

Here was the opportunity for him to offer them the new faith
and the One who said "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life," and
compellingly he did it.

The story that follows is of absorbing interest, but we can only
touch it in outline and record-how the groups of converts joined
the pastor in repairing, painting, electric lighting of the
building, until it became truly inviting.

How there came to be a library with books in English and Italian,
and evening classes, and meetings, and wholesome amusements to
compete with the dance halls and saloons for the young people.
There were at times stereopticon lectures on things historic and
civic, and dramatic presentations of the Prodigal Son and other
Bible stories which the pastor himself prepared and trained the
people to present.