of worship in the town; in fact, there was one at the corner of nearly
every street. Those who did not fancy the services at the Shining
Light could go to the Church of the Whited Sepulchre, but he really did
hope that all those dear people whom he saw standing round would go
Somewhere.

A short prayer from Bosher closed the meeting, and now the reason for
the presence of the two poverty-stricken-looking shabbily dressed
disciples was made manifest, for while the better dressed and therefore
more respectable Brothers were shaking hands with and grinning at each
other or hovering round the two clergymen and Mr Sweater, these two
poor wretches carried away the harmonium and the lantern, together with
the hymn books and what remained of the tracts. As Barrington hurried
off to catch the train one of the 'Followers' gave him a card which he
read by the light of a street lamp--

Come and join the Brotherhood
at the Shining Light Chapel
PSA
Every Sunday at 3 o'clock.
Let Brotherly Love Continue.
'Oh come and join this Holy Band
and on to Glory go.'

Barrington thought he would, rather go to hell--if there were such a
place--with some decent people, than share 'glory' with a crew like
this.

Nora sat sewing by the fireside in the front room, with the baby asleep
in her lap. Owen was reclining in the deck-chair opposite. They had
both been rather silent and thoughtful since Barrington's departure.
It was mainly by their efforts that the reconciliation between Easton
and Ruth had been effected and they had been so desirous of
accomplishing that result that they had not given much thought to their
own position.

'I feel that I could not bear to part with her for anything now,' said
Nora at last breaking the long silence, 'and Frankie is so fond of her
too. But all the same I can't feel happy about it when I think how ill
you are.'

'Oh, I shall be all right when the weather gets a little warmer,' said
Owen, affecting a cheerfulness he did not feel. 'We have always pulled
through somehow or other; the poor little thing is not going to make
much difference, and she'll be as well off with us as she would have
been if Ruth had not gone back.'

As he spoke he leaned over and touched the hand of the sleeping child
and the little fingers closed round one of his with a