to be enjoyed in
the next world would be in direct ratio to the sacrifices made in this.
Denying herself the things that her "carnal nature" cried out for, she
was filled with an intense resentment that anyone else should continue
to live in obvious enjoyment of what she had resolutely put from her.
Her only consolation was the triumph she was to enjoy in the next
world, and she found no little comfort in the story of Dives and
Lazarus.

The forgiveness of sins was a matter upon which she preserved an open
mind. Her faith told her that they should be forgiven; but she felt
something of the injustice of it all. That the sinner, who at the
eleventh hour repenteth, should achieve Paradise in addition to having
drunk deep of the cup of pleasure in this world, seemed to her unfair
to the faithful.

To Mrs. Bindle the world was a miserable place; but, please God! it
should be a clean place, as far as she had the power to make it clean.

When a woman sets out to be a reformer, she invariably begins upon her
own men-folk. Mrs. Bindle had striven long and lugubriously to ensure
Bindle's salvation, and when she had eventually discovered this to be
impossible, she accepted him as her cross.

Whilst struggling for Bindle's salvation, Mrs. Bindle had not
overlooked the more immediate needs of his body. For many weeks of
their early married life a tin bath of hot water had been placed
regularly in the kitchen each Friday night that Bindle might be
thorough in his ablutions.

At first Mrs. Bindle had been surprised and gratified at the way in
which Bindle had acquiesced in this weekly rite, but being shrewd and
something of a student of character, particularly Bindle's character,
her suspicions had been aroused.

One Friday evening she put the kitchen keyhole to an illicit use, and
discovered Bindle industriously rubbing his hands on his boots, and,
with much use of soap, washing them in the bath, after which he
splashed the water about the room, damped the towels, then lit his pipe
and proceeded to read the evening paper. That was the end of the bath
episode.

It was not that Bindle objected to washing; as a matter of fact he was
far more cleanly than most of his class; but to him Mrs. Bindle's
methods savoured too much of coercion.

A great Frenchman has said, "Pour faire quelque chose de grande, il
faut etre passione." In other words, no wanton sprite of mischief or
humour must be permitted to beckon genius from i