, have
you forgotten--"

She rose and walked back and forth. She was deeply moved.
Nevertheless, it was evident to herself that her emotion was not
that of regret or sorrow. Somehow a glad new joy had come to her.
She had entered another circle of experience, and later in the day
she rejoiced with a very strong and sincere gladness that her
Christian discipleship found room in this crisis for her feeling. It
was indeed a part of it, for if she was beginning to love Rollin
Page it was the Christian man she had begun to love; the other never
would have moved her to this great change.

And Rollin, as he went back, treasured a hope that had been a
stranger to him since Rachel had said no that day. In that hope he
went on with his work as the days sped on, and at no time was he
more successful in reaching and saving his old acquaintances than in
the time that followed that chance meeting with Rachel Winslow.

The summer had gone and Raymond was once more facing the rigor of
her winter season. Virginia had been able to accomplish a part of
her plan for "capturing the Rectangle," as she called it. But the
building of houses in the field, the transforming of its bleak, bare
aspect into an attractive park, all of which was included in her
plan, was a work too large to be completed that fall after she had
secured the property. But a million dollars in the hands of a person
who truly wants to do with it as Jesus would, ought to accomplish
wonders for humanity in a short time, and Henry Maxwell, going over
to the scene of the new work one day after a noon hour with the shop
men, was amazed to see how much had been done outwardly.

Yet he walked home thoughtfully, and on his way he could not avoid
the question of the continual problem thrust upon his notice by the
saloon. How much had been done for the Rectangle after all? Even
counting Virginia's and Rachel's work and Mr. Gray's, where had it
actually counted in any visible quantity? Of course, he said to
himself, the redemptive work begun and carried on by the Holy Spirit
in His wonderful displays of power in the First Church and in the
tent meetings had had its effect upon the life of Raymond. But as he
walked past saloon after saloon and noted the crowds going in and
coming out of them, as he saw the wretched dens, as many as ever
apparently, as he caught the brutality and squalor and open misery
and degradation on countless faces of men and women and children, he
sickened