The learned doctor further tried to discount the scholarship of his opponent by referring to a postal card received from him on which there were two words misspelled. To this Newgent also had an answer. “Great speakers,” said he, “are usually deficient in other lines. I now understand why the doctor is short on debating; all his strength has gone into his spelling.” The usual questions were discussed, six in number, the same as in the great Holt debate. The arguments were listened to by thousands of interested and enthusiastic spectators, among them ministers and dignitaries of various denominations, and persons of prominence in educational, political, and professional circles. As to the result of the contest, Doctor Treat’s own confession, as brought out in the following incident, will suffice: A debate between Newgent and a Rev. Dr. J. W. Stone, of St. Louis, Missouri, also a minister of prominence in the Christian Church, was scheduled to take place a few weeks later. In the meantime Doctor Stone, anxious to learn all he could concerning his opponent, sought an interview with Doctor Treat. He met him at a church dedication at which Treat was officiating. The two men, with others, were entertained for dinner at the same home after the morning service. At an opportune time, Doctor Stone introduced the subject in which he was especially interested, and the following conversation between the two men took place, being overheard and reported to Newgent by a gentleman who leaned toward his side of the question: “Are you acquainted with a United Brethren preacher in Indiana of the name of Newgent?” Doctor Stone inquired. “I am,” was President Treat’s answer. “Did you not debate with him some time ago?” “I did.” “Is he a scholar?” “I do not know.” “Is he logical?” “I cannot tell. He claimed that he went to school only a few months.” “How long did you debate with him?” “Six days.” “What?” said Doctor Stone in astonishment, “You debated with him six days, and could not tell whether or not he is educated?” “Well,” continued the university president, in a meditative mood, “I will say that he is—_forceful_.” Doctor Stone looked blank for a moment, and then ventured with a smile, “May be he whipped you?” “I don’t know,” was the guarded answer, “but I am inclined to believe that my people thought he did.” Observing that Stone was intensely interested, Treat inquired: “Are you thinking of debating with him?” Stone answered in the affirmative. “Can’t you get out of it in some honorable way?” Stone replied that he was not wanting “out of it.” “But you may want out of it,” was Treat’s not very assuring reply. “Why, is he not fair in debate? Is he not a gentleman?” “Yes,” answered Treat, “so much so that all your people who know him love to be with him and hear him talk.” And the conversation drifted into other channels. But Doctor Stone, being from Missouri, waited to be shown. And the debate was held according to schedule.