hink."

"He is," said Hubert earnestly, "he is."

Mr. Carew was struck by the sincerity of Hubert's tones. He looked at
him with a searching, yearning expression; somewhat, it may be, as the
Lord Jesus looked on the rich young man and "loved him." Would this one
stand the test of love's requirement?

Some ladies were taking Winifred away to the parlors for refreshments,
and someone invited Mr. Carew and Hubert also. They both accepted with
the mutual wish to prolong the conversation. As they ate they talked of
the Living Bread which must be borne to men.

In the course of their conversation Hubert confessed: "You will be
astonished, but I have never before seen the matter as you presented it
to-day, and yet I have been a Christian for three years."

"A good many men have been Christians for many years, and yet have not
come to see the true motive of missions," said Mr. Carew. "It is
singular how the most fundamental principles may be most ignored; I
suppose somewhat as a man thinks less of the foundation stones of his
house than of what he finds inside it. But in spite of this if a man has
really a heart for God, when the matter is clearly presented to him he
responds to it. God's purpose must find an 'amen' in his heart."

"That is true," said Hubert.

Presently they left the parlor, still talking together earnestly of God's
will, and inadvertently drifted into the great auditorium. Mr. Carew
glanced about at its finished elegance.

"Perhaps," he said to Hubert, "they think _this_ instead, is doing the
will of God. I daresay they have read that the house Solomon builds for
God must be 'exceeding magnifical,' and they think so must this be. And,
indeed, the spiritual antitype of that house must be beautiful! It
'groweth into a holy temple in the Lord.' And the work of missions is
gathering its 'living stones.' But _this_--the New Testament breathes no
word of instruction concerning this material house! Ah, if I were to
write a general confession for our church I should say: 'We have left
undone the things we were told to do, and we have done the things we were
not told to do, and there is very little health in us!'"

Hubert smiled at Mr. Carew's words, but felt their force. He ventured to
remark: "This building does not look as though there were lack of money
among us."

"Oh, no!" said Mr. Carew. "Oh, no!" He repressed his lips, as though
fearing to say more than would be courteous. But pres