He seemed very dark and destitute--no respect for the Word or its ministers.

A bit farther I met a boy carrying a load of turnips.

To him, too, I was faithful, and he went on, taking without knowing it, a precious leaflet with him in his bag.
Glorious work! If Wesleyans will but go on claiming even the highways for God, sin will skulk yet."' A dead silence.

Mrs.Fleming folded up the letter and put it back into her bag.
'There's your true minister,' she said, with a large judicial utterance as she closed the snap.

'Wherever he goes Edward must have souls!' And she threw a swift searching look at the young clergyman in the window.
'He must have very hard work with so much walking and preaching,' said Catherine, gently.
Somehow, as soon as she spoke, Elsmere saw the whole odd little scene with other eyes.
'His work is just wearin' him out,' said the mother, fervently; 'but a minister doesn't think of that.