The little lecture-room grew full and overflowed, and the crowd now filled the church; and every night Some new voice was heard, asking for prayer.
Will Bailey seemed filled with the spirit of torment; teased the boys unmercifully; went to the meeting every evening, and made fun of it all day: but the boys were praying for him, and God's pitying eye was on him.
One evening there were two who arose to ask the prayers of Christians: one was Will Bailey, the most hopeless, so the boys thought, of all the boys in town; the other was Will Bailey's grey-haired father, the most hopeless, so the good men feared, of all the strong, self-satisfied men in town.
Yet there were two for whom daily earnest prayer was offered, who, in this blessed time, held themselves aloof,--two boys so far separated, that it seems strange and sad that their names should be coupled just here.

Bob Turner and Ellis Holbrook, the lowest and the highest; the worst boy in school and the best! Yet they were united in this one thing, that they would have nothing to do with Christ.

Tip had prayed for both, worked for both; but this was his success one afternoon.
"Say, Bob, won't you go to meeting to-night, just to please me ?" "Couldn't, Tip, no way in the world.

I'd do most anything to please you, too, for the sake of old times when we used to steal apples together; but I've promised to go with Nick Hunt to-night, and tie old Barlow's cat fast to his frontdoor knob, and that's got to be done while the old man is at meeting, you know.

'Tain't no matter, either, about my going; you just do the praying for you and me too; then it will be all right." Tip turned away with a sigh and a shudder.