s its general contents, it was to the
'Prophet's Chair' column that I alluded."

Ralph, regarding him questioningly, inclined his head, without speaking.

"Do you really believe, Mr. Bastin," went on the visitor, "what you
have written in that column? Do you really believe that a certain
section of Christians, out of every one of the visible Evangelical
churches of this land, and elsewhere, have been translated into the
air? That the Holy Spirit of the Christian New Testament, the third
Person of the Trinity, whom that same New Testament declares was sent
to the earth when the Nazarene Christ went home to His Father--please,
note, Mr. Bastin, that I am using the terms of the orthodox Christian,
enough I tell you frankly I do not believe a word of the jumble which,
for nearly two thousand years, has been accepted as a divinely inspired
Revelation to so-called fallen man?"

"Yes," replied Ralph, and his voice rang with a rare assurance, and
every line of his face held a wondrous nobility. "Yes, I believe it
all. If I had not been a blind, conceited fool of a sinner, a week
ago, I should have known that all this, and much more was true, and I
should have found my way in penitence and faith to the feet of the
Nazarene, of Jesus Christ the World's Redeemer, and, finding pardon for
my sin, as I should have done, I should have been made one of the
Church of God, as my friend, and Editor-in-chief, Tom Hammond, had
done. And, had I listened to him, I should now have been with those
blessed translated ones of whom I have written in that article of which
you speak, Mr. Apleon.

"I sat in that chair where you now sit," Ralph went en. "Mr. Hammond,
in his eagerness to win me to Christ, leant forward over this desk--he
was sitting where I am--to lay his hand on my wrist, when, with angry
impatience, I leaped to my feet, and declaring that he must be going
out of his head, I swung round on my heel.

"Instantly there fell upon the room an eerie stillness. I swung back
on my heel to reply to my friend, but his chair was empty, he was
gone--gone to the Christ whom he loved, 'caught up in the air' to meet
his Lord, where all those other missing saints have been taken.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Apleon, a thousand times yes, to your question, 'do I
believe all that I have written there in that article.' Here in this
little pamphlet--" He laid his hand, as he spoke, upon a small book
that had been Tom Hammond's, which bore the title "TH