lours by joining your society, and you have seen
the result."

"Yes, William," said Bradly, cheerily, "I see it, and I bless the Lord
for it; and if he has made me in any way an unworthy instrument in
helping to bring about this change, I can truly say that he has paid me
back interest a thousandfold for any little I've ever done or suffered
for him."

"Then, Thomas," said the other earnestly, "you may be pleased to know
that it was your hand that gave the first blows to the nail, though, it
was my dear wife that was the means of driving it home. I often thought
I could easily knock down your arguments, and, though I knew you had the
best of it--for you had honesty and truth on your side--yet when I went
home after one of our talks, I've vexed myself many a time by thinking,
`Well, now, if I'd only thought of this or that thing, I might have
floored him.' But there was one thing that always floored _me_, and
that was `the logic of the life;' I couldn't find an answer to _that_.
And not only so, but, as I said a little while ago, I saw that the
religion of Jesus Christ made you truly happy, and I knew that my free-
thinking never did that for me nor for any of my like-minded companions;
so that deep down in my heart a voice was constantly saying, `Tommy
Tracks is right.' And now I'm _sure_ that he is so. Thomas, I now ask
your friendship and your help, as I have already asked your
forgiveness."

Bradly wrung the other's hand with a hearty grip, and then said, "You
shall have them, William. I know you'll be all the better for an
earthly friend or two, for there'll want a deal of backing up just at
first. But oh, I'm so truly thankful that you and your missus have got
the best Friend of all on your side, who will never leave you nor
forsake you. Yes, come what will, you can go to One now who will keep
peace in your conscience, peace in your heart and peace and love in your
home."

By Foster's request, before they parted, Thomas Bradly knelt with them
and offered a prayer. Ah, what a sight! Glorious even for angels to
look down upon! Those three uniting in prayer--the old disciple; the
blasphemer, persecutor, and injurious; and the till late Christless
wife--all now one in Jesus, bowed at his footstool, while the humble
servant of the Lord poured out his heart in simple, fervent supplication
and praise, as all bent head and knee in the felt presence of the unseen
God.

Next Sunday Foster was at church in th