At last he spoke: "I can't promise, Mr.Burrows." "Howard! such an answer from _you_, to whom I have only needed to point out what was right, in order to have it done!" "But I can't trust myself, sir; I shall not feel to-morrow as I do now." "That is, you feel like doing your duty to-day, but you expect, if you wait until to-morrow, that you will feel less like it; so you mean to wait.

Is that right ?" The silence was much longer this time,--so long, that the boys began to look curiously at the two figures over by the desk, and wonder why the bell was not rung.

But at last he raised those clear, truthful eyes once more: "Mr.Burrows, I'll try." And the next Thursday evening, when in the house of prayer it was very still, because Mr.Holbrook had just said, "Is there not _one_ here to-night who wants us to pray for him, and if there is, will he not let us know it _now_ ?" suddenly there was a row of astonished faces in the seat where the schoolboys were sitting, because from among them arose Howard Minturn, and his face was pale and grave, and his voice was steady; they all heard his words: "I want to be a Christian: will you pray for me ?" Oh, wouldn't they! Was there ever such another prayer as that which Mr.
Minturn offered for his son?
Did any one who heard it wonder that such prayer was answered, and that in the next meeting, Howard, speaking with a little ring of joy in his voice, said, "I love Jesus to-night.

I want every one to love Him.

I am very happy"?
From this the work went on.