You believe me ?" "I must believe you, Ray; I can't help believing whatever you say.

But I never saw conversion act that way upon any one else, and I don't understand it." Bartram looked quizzically at the girl a moment, and then replied,-- "Try it yourself; I'm sure it will affect you just as it does me." "Oh, Ray, no; I never can bring myself to stand up in church to be prayed for." "Don't do it, then.

Pray for yourself.

I don't know of any one to whom Heaven would sooner listen.

But you can't avoid being prayed for by one repentant sinner: have the kindness to remember that." "Ray!" murmured Eleanor.
"And," continued Bartram, rising and placing an arm around Eleanor's shoulders, "the sooner our prayers can rise together, the sooner you will understand me, believe me, and trust me.