What has just been said to you contains the essence of everything which I have tried to preach from my pulpit in twenty years.

I wish it were in my power to re-state it all as clearly as you have heard it this evening, but I confess it is not.

I fear to add anything to what you have already heard, for I do not see how in any way I could make this important subject any more clear to your comprehension.

I will therefore say no more, but ask, as is the custom, that anyone here present who desires to change his life and wishes the assistance of the prayers of God's people will please rise." As is usual in all such meetings, there was a general turning of heads from one side to the other.

In an instant a single figure in the midst of the little congregation arose, and a second later a hoarse voice from one of the back seats, a voice which most persons present could identify as that of Sam Kimper's son Tom, exclaimed,-- "Great Lord! it's Reynolds Bartram!".