ently he spoke
again in general terms.

"The church at home," he said, "has largely forgotten her pilgrim
character. She has put off her sandals, and loosened her robes for
luxurious living instead of girding them for service and pilgrimage. As
to display and indulgence at home, she says plainly, 'I am rich,' but as
to the carrying out the will of God entrusted to her for the world, she
is pitifully poor."

They were emerging from the stately auditorium, and Hubert bethought him
to look for Winifred. They met her in one of the rooms with Mrs.
Greenman.

"Oh, Mr. Carew," said the latter, "I was looking for you. Our ladies
appreciate so very much your talk to us! I hope--"

Winifred and Hubert were now speaking together and did not hear more of
the President's remarks. But before they left the place Hubert had
sought Mr. Carew again and had asked him to call at his office the
following day.

"I should like to talk with you further concerning your business," he
said.

He used the word "business" absent-mindedly, and Mr. Carew smiled, not at
all illy pleased with it. Hubert was thinking of an investment.

CHAPTER XVII

LET THE DEAD BURY THEIR DEAD

Winifred and Hubert walked a part of the way home in silence. At
length the former spoke.

"It seems to me we have been rather blind concerning the object of
missions," she said. "What do you think of it now, Hubert?"

"I am convinced that I have taken a very shallow view of it," Hubert
replied. "It is a marvel to me now that I could have missed so
completely the true motive of missions. It is as clear as daylight in
the Bible. It is humiliating to think one has been so contentedly
provincial in thoughts of God's salvation. I am ashamed of it."

"So am I," agreed Winifred, and then they walked on in silence. An
uneasy thought was gnawing at her heart that hardly found expression.
Had it been put in words it would have been something like this:

"How are we _to act_ with reference to new light on the will of God?
If Hubert and I are really His children, called into His fellowship,
then we must be sympathetic with His wish and do what we can to forward
it. What would that be?"

Soon they reached the door of their home. Home! What a pleasant word
it is. How easily the accustomed key turned in the latch, and how
familiarly the house belongings greeted them as they entered. Ay,
"there's no place like home," and its cords wind themselves abou