rs of half truths, who talk so loudly about the effect on
the masses, have personally known the men who go to make up the masses?"

"Yes, you are right," said Donovan. "As a rule I fancy the educated
classes know less about the working classes than they do about the
heathen, and I am afraid, care less about them. You have an immense
advantage there both as a writer and a worker, for I suppose you really
have been brought into contact with them."

"Yes," said Erica, "all my life. How I should like to confront Mr.
Cuthbert with a man like Hazeldine, or with dozens of others whom I
could name!"

"Why?" asked Donovan.

"Because no one could really know such men without learning where
the present systems want mending. If Hazeldine could be shut into Mr.
Cuthbert's study for a few hours, and induced to tell the story of his
life, I believe he would have the effect of the ancient mariner on the
wedding guest. Only, the worst of it is, I'm afraid the very look of Mr.
Cuthbert would quite shut him up."

"Tell me about him," said Donovan.

"It is nothing at second hand," said Erica. "He is a shoe maker, as
grand-looking a fellow as you ever saw, fond of reading, and very
thoughtful, and with more quiet common sense than almost any I ever met.
He had been brought up to believe in verbal inspiration that had been
thoroughly crammed down his throat; but no one had attempted to touch
upon the contradictions, the thousand and one difficulties which of
course he found directly he began to study the Bible. So he puzzled and
puzzled, and got more and more dissatisfied, and never in church heard
anything which explained his difficulties. At last one day in his
workshop a man lent him a number of the 'Idol Breaker,' and in it was a
paper by my father on the Atonement. It came to him like a great light
in his darkness; he says he shall never forget the sudden conviction
that the man who wrote that article understood every one of his
difficulties, and would be able to clear them right away. The next
Sunday he went to hear my father lecture. I believe it would make the
veriest flint cry to hear his account of it, to see the look of reverent
love that comes over his face when he says, 'And there I found Mr.
Raeburn ready to answer all my difficulties, not holding one at arm's
length and talking big and patronizing for all he was so clever, but
just like a mate.' That man would die for my father any day hundreds of
them would."

"I can