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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, ``He has listened to the

criticism at last!'' He smiled reminiscently as he
told me about this, and said: ``A 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 didn't want to hurt the old

deacon's feelings I kept on wearing it until he
was dead. Then I stopped wearing it.''

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,

``I will die in harness.''
IX

THE STORY OF ACRES OF DIAMONDS
CONSIDERING everything, the most remarkable

thing in Russell Conwell's remarkable
life is his lecture, ``Acres of Diamonds.''

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 ``Acres of Diamonds,'' 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 Conwell'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 cheerfulfortitude. But it was the

humiliations that he met--the personal humiliations
that after more than half a century make

him suffer in remembering them--yet out of those
humiliations came a marvelous result.

``I determined,'' he says, ``that whatever I
could do to make the way easier at college for

other young men working their way I would do.''
And so, many years ago, he began to devote

every dollar that he made from ``Acres of Diamonds''
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.
``Every night,'' he said, when I asked him to

tell me about it, ``when my lecture is over and
the check is in my hand, I sit down in my room

in the hotel''--what a lonely picture, tool--``I
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. Don't

think that I put in too much advice,'' he added,
with a smile, ``for I only try to let them know

that a friend is trying to help them.''
His face lighted as he spoke. ``There is such a

fascination in it!'' he exclaimed. ``It is just like
a gamble! And as soon as I have sent the letter

and crossed a name off my list, I am aiming for
the next one!''

And after a pause he added: ``I do not attempt
to send any young man enough for all his

expenses. But I want to save him from bitterness,
and each check will help. And, too,'' he concluded,

navely, in the vernacular, ``I don't want
them to lay down on me!''

He told me that he made it clear that he did
not wish to get returns or reports from this

branch of his life-work, for it would take a great
deal of time in watching and thinking and in

the reading and writing of letters. ``But it is
mainly,'' he went on, ``that I do not wish to hold

over their heads the sense of obligation.''
When I suggested that this was surely an

example of bread cast upon the waters that could
not return, he was silent for a little and then said,

thoughtfully: ``As one gets on in years there is
satisfaction in doing a thing for the sake of doing

it. The bread returns in the sense of effort made.''
On a recent trip through Minnesota he was

positively upset, so his secretary told me, through
being recognized on a train by a young man who

had been helped through ``Acres of Diamonds,''
and who, finding that this was really Dr. Conwell,

eagerly brought his wife to join him in most
fervent thanks for his assistance. Both the

husband and his wife were so emotionally overcome
that it quite overcame Dr. Conwell himself.

The lecture, to quote the noble words of Dr.
Conwell himself, is designed to help ``every person,

of either sex, who cherishes the high resolve
of sustaining a career of usefulness and honor.''

It is a lecture of helpfulness. And it is a lecture,
when given with Conwell's voice and face and

manner, that is full of fascination. And yet it is
all so simple!

It is packed full of inspiration, of suggestion,
of aid. He alters it to meet the local circumstances

of the thousands of different places in
which he delivers it. But the base remains the

same. And even those to whom it is an old story
will go to hear him time after time. It amuses him

to say that he knows individuals who have listened
to it twenty times.

It begins with a story told to Conwell by an
old Arab as the two journeyed together toward

Nineveh, and, as you listen, you hear the actual
voices and you see the sands of the desert and the

waving palms. The lecturer's voice is so easy,
so effortless, it seems so ordinary and matter-of-

fact--yet the entire scene is instantly vital and
alive! Instantly the man has his audience under

a sort of spell, eager to listen, ready to be merry
or grave. He has the faculty of control, the vital

quality that makes the orator.
The same people will go to hear this lecture

over and over, and that is the kind of tribute
that Conwell likes. I recently heard him deliver

it in his own church, where it would naturally
be thought to be an old story, and where, presumably,

only a few of the faithful would go; but it
was quite clear that all of his church are the

faithful, for it was a large audience that came to
listen to him; hardly a seat in the great

auditorium was vacant. And it should be added
that, although it was in his own church, it was

not a free lecture, where a throng might be
expected, but that each one paid a liberal sum for

a seat--and the paying of admission is always a
practical test of the sincerity of desire to hear.

And the people were swept along by the current
as if lecturer and lecture were of novel interest.

The lecture in itself is good to read, but it is only
when it is illumined by Conwell's vivid personality

that one understands how it influences in
the actual delivery.

On that particular evening he had decided to
give the lecture in the same form as when he first

delivered it many years ago, without any of the
alterations that have come with time and changing

localities, and as he went on, with the audience
rippling and bubbling with laughter as usual,

he never doubted that he was giving it as he had
given it years before; and yet--so up-to-date and

alive must he necessarily be, in spite of a definitive
effort to set himself back--every once in a while

he was coming out with illustrations from such
distinctly recent things as the automobile!

The last time I heard him was the 5,124th time
for the lecture. Doesn't it seem incredible! 5,124

times' I noticed that he was to deliver it at a
little out-of-the-way place, difficult for any

considerable number to get to, and I wondered just
how much of an audience would gather and how

they would be impressed. So I went over from
there I was, a few miles away. The road was

dark and I pictured a small audience, but when
I got there I found the church building in which

he was to deliver the lecture had a seating
capacity of 830 and that precisely 830 people were

already seated there and that a fringe of others
were standing behind. Many had come from

miles away. Yet the lecture had scarcely, if at
all, been advertised. But people had said to one

another: ``Aren't you going to hear Dr. Conwell?''
And the word had thus been passed along.

I remember how fascinating it was to watch


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