, and spread abroad, if he might, his own perfect trust.

A commanding rap resounded upon his door. "Come," he called, and Miss
Mehitable entered.

Thorpe was not subtle, but he felt that this errand was of deeper
import than usual. The rustle of her stiffly-starched garments was
portentous, and there was a set look about her mouth which boded no
good to anybody.

"Will you sit down?" he asked, offering her his own chair.

"No," snapped Miss Mehitable, "I won't. What I've got to say, I can
say standin'. I come," she announced, solemnly, "from the Ladies' Aid
Society."

"Yes?" Thorpe's tone was interrogative, but he was evidently not
particularly interested.

"I'm appointed a committee of one," she resumed, "to say that the
Ladies' Aid Society have voted unanimously that they want you to preach
on hell. The Church is goin' to rack and ruin, and we ain't goin' to
stand it no longer. Even the disreputable characters will walk right
in and stay all through the sermon--Andy Rogers and the rest. And I
was particularly requested to ask whether you wished to have us
understand that you approve of Andy Rogers and his goin's on."

"What," temporised Thorpe, "does Andy Rogers do?"

"For the lands sake!" ejaculated Miss Mehitable. "Wasn't he drunk four
months ago and wasn't he caught stealing the Deacon's chickens? You
don't mean to tell me you never heard of that?"

"I believe I did hear," returned the minister, in polite recognition of
the fact that it had been Miss Mehitable's sole conversational topic at
the time. "He stole the chickens because he was hungry, and he got
drunk because he didn't know any better. I talked with him, and he
promised me that he would neither steal nor drink any more. Moreover,
he earned the money and paid full price for the chickens. Have you
heard that he has broken his promise?"

"No I dunno's I have, but he'll do it again if he gets the chance--you
just see!"

Thorpe drummed idly on the table with his pencil, wishing that Miss
Mehitable would go. He had for his fellow-men that deep and abiding
love which enables one to let other people alone. He was a
humanitarian in a broad and admirable sense.

"I was told," said Miss Mehitable, "to get a definite answer."

Thorpe bowed his white head ever so slightly. "You may tell the
Ladies' Aid Society, for me, that next Sunday morning I will give my
congregation a sermon on hell."

"I thought I could make you see the reaso