ggested that we might like
to do so."

Winifred and Hubert looked up with animation.

"Indeed! And you told him?" asked Mrs. Gray, with a housewifely
instinct of defense against invasion.

"I told him," said Mr. Gray, "that I knew no reason why we could not do
so, and that it would be a great pleasure. I told him, however, that I
should ask you about it, and 'phone him if there were any arrangement
to prevent it."

Mrs. Gray considered. The chief guest room stood ready, immaculate in
yellow and white, since the spring cleaning. There was no reason why
it should be denied, but she had hoped that its repose would not be
broken until Miss Virginia White, her most aristocratic friend, should
make her promised visit. However, it would be manifestly unreasonable
to refuse to receive Mr. Bond, and she could not offer him another room
while that stood empty. Yes, the yellow-and-white room must be
sacrificed.

"No, Father," she said amiably, "there is no reason why we cannot take
him. When will he come?"

"He arrives this evening by the eight o'clock train from New York.
Hubert, perhaps you would like to meet him?"

"I should," said Hubert. "I am glad he is coming here."

"So am I," said Winifred. "It will be lovely."

That afternoon Winifred "called up" her friend Adele, and the telephone
transmitted a lively conversation. The result of it was that Adele
promised to go with Winifred to Mr. Bond's Bible lectures; at least to
one, to see if she liked it.

In the evening Hubert met Mr. Bond at the station. They were scarcely
seated in the light trap and facing toward home when the young minister
said:

"Well, Mr. Gray, have you found God demonstrable?"

"Yes!" Hubert almost shouted, and the two grasped each other's hands in
the strong grip of a fraternity never formed by man.

"I thought so," said Mr. Bond.

"How did you know?" said Hubert.

"I thought it would be so," said the other, "and I saw it in your face
as we met. Thank God for it."

"Amen," said Hubert fervently.

Mr. Bond led Hubert on with keen interest to tell of the process of his
search after God, and of the illumination brighter than the light of
day, that came to him when the Spirit shone with such clear luster on
the Word. To Hubert it seemed the happiest hour of his life, as he
conversed with a man who seemed to understand the processes of his own
heart, and to be thoroughly at home in the new world into which he
himself had e