He is a young man upon whom the Spirit hath descended plenteously." "The Spirit ?" I asked.
"Ay," returned my neighbor.
I could not extract another word from him, so I had the worst of the encounter.
We had been standing there but a short time when the young exhorter descended from his improvised pulpit and passed among the crowd for the purpose of collecting money.

His harangue had appeared ridiculous to me, but Madge seemed interested in his discourse.

She said:-- "He is very earnest, Malcolm," and at once my heart went out to the young enthusiast upon the box.

One kind word from Madge, and I was the fellow's friend for life.

I would have remained his friend had he permitted me that high privilege.