s reached, be assured that three hearty cheers were given
for her.

"Now three for temperance!" cried Sid. Then they cheered for temperance.

"I feel that my boys are, indeed, mounting the ladder of the true and
noble," was Miss Barry's thought, as from her window she saw the ardent
young knights pass away.

The next day Aunt Stanshy met Miss Barry. "Miss--Miss--Barry," said Aunt
Stanshy, nervously clutching her companion's shawl, "we must--pray for our
meeting."

"O, we will, we will!"

There were earnest prayers going to God in behalf of that meeting. As step
after step might be proposed, prayer went up from the altar of those two
women's hearts especially, beseeching God to recognize and bless each step
that might be taken. O in what a cloud of prayer that enterprise was
enveloped!

Aunt Stanshy and Miss Barry were talking about the meeting one day.

"I wish, Miss Barry, we could make sure that every body would go to the
meeting. Will Dr. Tilton go?"

"That's what I am wondering about, and Will Somers?"

Aunt Stanshy shook her head sadly: "He says, No."

"They must be there," said Miss Barry, "and--and--we must set a trap for
them."

"A trap?"

"I'll ask my uncle to help the choir sing, and--of course, he wont refuse.
I don't suppose he cares to come to the meeting because he needs it, but
if others go he won't want to be left out, and if he can sing, that will
give him a chance to attend. He is my uncle, you know."

The "trap" for Dr. Tilton worked successfully. He scorned the idea that he
might need the meeting. This he said to himself. However, he would help
the choir sing, he said, to his niece. But a trap for Will Somers! Who
could make that?

"Won't you come to the meeting to hear us sing?" asked Charlie, with a sad
face.

"O, you don't want me, Charlie," replied Will. "O, I can't go."

Aunt Stanshy made no remark. She sat silently, busily thinking, while
Charlie and Will talked about the meeting. Aunt Stanshy was making a
"trap."

The day before that appointed for the temperance meeting, she went to her
pastor.

"Mr. Walton, the meeting will begin at half past seven. If--if--say about
quarter after seven--you should let Charlie and the other boys go down to
the church door and sing one or two of their pieces, it might draw folks
in."

"Why, that's a good idea, and I wish you would ask them."

At a quarter after seven the next night the White Shields, each carrying a
neat cross of bl