"I--I know I did not, but the love of God must constrain us, Mrs.Davis, as well as the fear of hell." Mrs.Davis sighed.

Tom's spiritual condition, which had roused a momentary interest, was forgotten in the thought of her own misery.
"Well, it's awful hard on me," she repeated with a little tremor in her weak chin.
John looked at her with infinite pity in his eyes.

"Yes," he said, "hard on you, because of the eternal suffering which may come to your husband.
Nothing can be more frightful than to think of such a thing for one we love.

Let us try to save him; pray always, pray without ceasing for his immortal soul, that he may not slight the day of salvation, and repent when it is too late to find the mercy of God.

Oh, the horror of knowing that the day of grace has gone forever! 'For my spirit shall not always strive with man.'" He went over to the drunken man, and, kneeling down beside him, took one of the helpless hands in his.