altered "gear" in evidence.
"If you should put on a Salvation Army bonnet it would look stylish.
It couldn't help itself. But please tell me more about the Mission.
How happened you to go at all?"

"I heard Mr. McBride speak at a meeting. He told of the work of the
Mission, and of the need of helpers--especially of somebody to help in
the music. It occurred to me that that was the kind of assistance I
might give, and that it would be very nice to contribute in some small
way, at least, to the work of the Mission. And," she continued very
gravely, "I volunteered and was gladly accepted."

"That is very noble, I think," said Winifred. "But what did your
friends think?"

"I did not ask them," Adele answered coolly. "I have fallen from
caste, anyhow, and it doesn't matter much. You know since I have seen
the Lord"--it was Adele's way of putting it--"I have tried to--to
witness to Him in some way or other to my old friends; and the result
has been a pretty liberal letting alone from them. His name does not
seem a very welcome one--outside of a church!" Then she went on with a
gleam of indignant sorrow in her bright eyes: "That is what breaks
one's heart! That these very people may kneel beside you in church and
recite His holy name as glibly as possible; but outside--it is
unwelcome! Winifred, can it be a Christian life at all into any avenue
of which Christ is an intrusion? Oh, if they loved Him--if they had
ever seen Him at all!--they would be so glad of any mention of Him!"

After a moment a gleam of amused memory succeeded Adele's pained
outburst. She went on:

"The other night I think I reached the climax of my fall into disfavor.
You know these summer evenings at the Mission we take the organ and
hymn books and go out before the door and have a street meeting. Well,
on this occasion our open-air meeting was in full swing and our usual
score of auditors were lined up in the gutters and everywhere to hear.
Mr. McBride had announced 'The best Friend to have is Jesus,' and was
himself swinging his arms and singing lustily, while I played and
pumped the panting little instrument and sang as loudly as I could,
too. Suddenly there turned down the street a handsome automobile (I
don't know why, for they never go down that street) and in it the
Misses Steele and Miss Proudfeather from Baltimore. To crown it all,
with them was seated my precious Cousin Dick! Our poor little crowd
huddled aside to let them