"I'm sure I don't know—though I can't help thinking that that dirty, dingy tract that I resurrected had something to do with it."
"I shouldn't wonder," said Baker thoughtfully; then the conversation drifted to other topics.
The years passed away, four more of them. Mrs. Judge McNair, just seated in her mother's room, was saying,—
"No, I won't take off my hat. I mustn't stop long. Father said you were not well last evening, so I thought I must run up a few moments, if I did not get everything done."
"Oh, you expect your boys!"
"Why, mother," laughed the younger lady, "do you forget that they are grown-up, really men doing their work among men?"
"Well, I suppose so. But how large a party do you intend to have?"
"Only about twenty—Mr. and Mrs. Earle, Dr. Myers and Lou, Mr. Golden and Louise, and a few more."
"When are Herbert and Jenny to go?"
"In about a week," replied Mabel. "Mr. Turner is very urgent. It is wonderful what a work that man has done. They have a little church quite finished, and a part of the salary pledged; and six or seven years ago there was no such thing known as the Sabbath. One or two who had been church members at the East, but who had been living away from Christ, awakened by his example, and took hold of the work with him. It is remarkable how God raises up his workers."