I had you in my mind in the preparation of my sermon." Mr.Grier was a tall, thin man, with watery blue eyes, and a sparse sandy beard growing like a fringe under his chin from ear to ear.

He moved his jaws nervously as he waited for her answer, and plucked at his beard with long, lean fingers.
Helen smiled.

"Did you think I should be a large contributor to foreign missions, Mr.Grier ?" "No, ma'am," he answered solemnly, "I was not thinking of any benefit to the heathen.

I had somewhat to say which I felt might be for the good of your own soul." Helen flushed, and flung her head back with a haughty look.

"Ah,--you are very good, I'm sure," she said, "but"-- Mr.Grier interrupted her, wagging his head up and down upon his breast: "Brother Ward will forgive me for saying so, ma'am, but I had your welfare at heart.