His salary at the start was six hundred dollars a year, little more than ten dollars a week.  But it was enough to live on in a little New England village and what more did he need?  The contrast between it and the ten thousand dollars a year he had made from his law practice alone, never troubled him.

[Illustration:  The Baptist temple]

The church was crowded from the first and the membership grew rapidly.  His influence quickly spread to other than church circles.  The town itself soon felt the effect of his progressive, energetic spirit.  It awoke to new life.  Other suburban villages were striding forward into cities and leaving this old Battlefield of the Revolution sleeping under its majestic elms.  Mr. Conwell sounded the trumpet.  Progress, enterprise, life followed his eloquent encouragement.  Strangers were welcomed to the town.  Its unusual beauty became a topic of conversation.  The railroad managers heard of its attractiveness and opened its gates with better accommodations for travelers.

The governor of the state (Hon. John D. Long) visited the place on Mr. Conwell’s invitation, and large business enterprises were started and strongly supported by the townspeople.  From the date of Mr. Conwell’s settlement as pastor, the town took on a new lease of life.  He showed them what could be done and encouraged them to do it.

One of the town officers writing of that time, says:  “Lexington can never forget the benefit Mr. Conwell conferred during his stay in the community.”

Then all unknown to Mr. Conwell, a man came up to Lexington one Sunday in 1882, from Philadelphia, and heard him preach in the little stone church under the stately New England elms.  It was Deacon Alexander Reed of the Grace Baptist Church of Philadelphia, and as a result of his visit, Mr. Conwell received a call from this church to be its pastor.  It was like the call from Macedonia to “come over and help us.”  For the church was heavily in debt, and one of the arguments Deacon Reed used in urging Mr. Conwell to accept was that he “could save the church.”  He could have used no better argument.  It was the call to touch Mr. Conwell’s heart.  A small church, and struggling against poverty; a people eager to work, but needing a leader.  No message could have more surely touched that heart eager to help others, to bring brightness, joy and higher aspirations into troubled lives.  It was a wrench to leave Lexington, the church and the people who had grown so dear to him.  But the harvest called.  There was need of reapers and he must go.

CHAPTER XVII

GOING TO PHILADELPHIA

The Early History of Grace Baptist Church.  The Beginning of the Sunday Breakfast Association.  Impressions of a Sunday Service.