Brother Ward, you have my prayers for your dear wife." "I--I thank you," John said, "but you must not feel that my wife is far from the Lord.

Have you been told that the truth is not clear to her eyes?
Yet it will be!" "I hope so,--I hope so," responded Mr.Grier, but with very little hope in his voice; and then, shaking the reins, he jogged on down the shadowy road.
"What does he mean ?" cried Helen, her voice trembling with anger, and careless whether the retreating minister overheard her.

John gave her a long, tender look.
"Dearest," he said, "I am sorry he should have spoken as he did, but the prayers of a good man"-- "I don't want his prayers," she interrupted, bewildered; "it seems to me simply impertinence!" "Helen," he said, "it cannot be impertinence to pray for a soul in danger, as yours is, my darling.

I cannot tell how he knew it, but it is so.

It is my sin which has kept you blind and hidden the truth from you, and how can I be angry if another man joins his prayers to mine for your eternal salvation ?" "You say this because I do not believe in eternal punishment, John ?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered gently, "first because of that, and then because of all the errors of belief to which that leads." "It all seems so unimportant," she said, sighing; "certainly nothing which could make me claim the prayers of a stranger.