ue on his badge, appeared at the church door and began to
sing. It was the night when Dr. Tilton was accustomed to close his store
earlier than usual, if customers did not appear; and at a quarter after
seven Will Somers was accustomed that night to pass the church door on his
way home. Would he fall into the trap that Aunt Stanshy had ingeniously
set for him? The club began to sing their hymns. There was the touching
plea containing the lines:

"O what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do?
You have thought of some useful labor,
But what is the end in view?"

Tony sang this. It seemed that night as if some of Italy's sweet singers
must have lent him their notes. The people began to gather about the club.
Aunt Stanshy was there on the watch, eager to see if Will Somers might be
coming down the street. Tony's voice warbled away. Now it was an exultant
note that he touched, and then his voice sank to a plaintive appeal:

"Is your heart in the Saviour's keeping?
Remember, he died for you;
Then what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do?"

As Tony sang, there was a young man leaning against the fence adjoining
the church door. It was somebody listlessly leaning, lifting to the light
of the street lamp a face on which rested the shadow of a great sadness.

"It's he!" said Aunt Stanshy, excitedly.

Charlie heard her. He guessed that it was some one out on the sidewalk
whom she had discovered, and he stretched his small head beyond the ring
of singers, anxiously looking out into the shadows. His sharp eye saw that
form leaning against the fence. He could not wait until the song was
finished. He ran out upon the sidewalk, and Aunt Stanshy followed.

"Do come, do come," pleaded Charlie, as he seized Will's hand and gently
drew him toward the church.

"Yes, yes," said Aunt Stanshy, "We all want you."

And Will Somers irresolutely yielded to the gentle hands that were drawing
him, and entered the church.

What a meeting that was!

"Never seed the beat of it in my life," said Simes Badger, who was off
duty at the lighthouse that night, and having attended the meeting,
reported it soon after to a band of his old cronies. "Why, when the pledge
was offered that meetin', it seemed as if every man, woman, and child
would go for it at once. No matter if they was as innocent of liquor as a
baby a day old; they jest walked up and took that pledge. And Dr. Til