“Would you, Embrance?”
She unclasped her hands; for a second she rested her fingers on his arm, as she answered, “No!”
[THE END.]
OUR TRACTARIAN MOVEMENT.
By ANNE BEALE.
s the Religious Tract Society never wearies of publishing wholesome literature, so tract distributors should never flag in spreading it abroad. Since our first sketch of work accomplished, we have had some experience, and are thankful to be able to say that religious books are now gladly accepted, where some years ago they would have been scornfully rejected. They are particularly welcomed on Sunday, when policemen, cabmen, firemen, and other public servants who cannot attend a place of worship, say they like to have something to read when they are off duty. Of course, the magazine or book is more acceptable than the mere tract, and when regularly supplied is often eagerly accepted and expected.
“I have had this before,” said a policeman, looking at a picture of The Cottager and Artisan. “I haven’t seen you for some weeks, and I thought you’d forgotten me.” The oversight was soon remedied. “You would be surprised if you knew how many of the Force will read this,” said another. “Perhaps a dozen of us. We pass it on, and it does us all good.”
“That’s just what I do,” said a cabman, who chanced to be near. “Perhaps, ma’am, you will read this which was given to me.” He took a well-thumbed book from his pocket, which we subsequently read and “passed on” also.
The railway officials welcome us gladly as they stand or sit at their enforced Sunday work.