ve made
such a blunder.--He can't find it, friends, for it ain't written so in
the Bible. Before the Lord comes again he'll gather out his own people
from all nations. But that's not at all the same as converting all the
world; that's not to be till _after_ his coming again, according to the
Bible. And this is just what's happening now in different countries all
over the world; exactly according to the teaching of the Bible, neither
more nor less. So he hasn't proved his point, friends; has he?"

"No, no!" was the universal cry.

But William Foster, though sorely angry, and conscious that his arrows
had utterly failed of hitting their mark, was determined not to be
driven ingloriously out of the field; his pride could not endure that.
So, smothering his wrath, he turned again to Bradly and said,--

"Here, give us one of your precious tracts, man." The other immediately
handed him one.

"Now see, mates," continued Foster, "what I've got here--`The Power of
Prayer.' See how it begins `Prayer moves the arm that moves the world.'
And you believe that, Tommy Tracks?"

"Yes," was the reply; "I believe it; and more than that, I _know_ it--I
know that it's true."

"And how do you know it?"

"First and foremost, because the Bible says so; not those very words,
indeed, but what means just the same: as, for instance, `The Lord's hand
is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it
cannot hear.' And, better still, I have it in our Saviour's own words:
`If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children,
how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to
them that ask him?'"

"Well, now, let me tell you, friend Bradly, that it's all a delusion."

"You're at liberty, William, to tell me what you like; but I can tell
you that it's no such thing as a delusion, for I've proved it myself to
be a blessed truth."

"What! You mean to say that your own prayers have been answered?"

"I do mean to say so, William. There's nothing like experience. I can
tell you what I know myself. I've put the Lord to the proof over and
over again, and he has never failed me. I've always had what I needed."

"Hear him!" cried Foster, derisively. "Why, it isn't a week ago that I
heard him myself tell John Rowe that he'd like to build another cottage
on the bit of land he bought last year, only he couldn't afford it just
at present. And now he says he has only to pray for a