The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-03-18

impossible to call on Gortre before this
late hour, and he came regardless Of tt
now. He wished to see Basil. and he
came now With n supreme and simple
carelessness OF conventional time.
AS usual, tho worthy man was hun
CRY, ana tile debris OF supper on the
table reminded him OF that. Hc sat down.
at, once and began to cat rapidly, telling
his story between mouthfuls
II bring you news OF II famous oppor-
tlinity," lie said. II you go to work in.
tho right way You may win a soul. It's
a poor demi-mondtiine creature, n dancer
at tie theatres. SHE came to nc in her
sbroughnm, her furs. and 5flncry, and had
a chat In MY study. ] gave her ten and
IA cigarctte-you know 1 always keep
some cigarettes for the clioir-men or
teachers when they CALI All these wo-
men smoke. It's a great thing to treat
these people with Understanding and
knowledge. Gortre. Don't come the
priest over them, Us a coster said to
MT last week. When they realize that
ore is a inan. then they are fifty times
more willing to allow the other and more
important thing.
well. this poor girl told me all about
lit, the same very sordid story one is al-
ways ghearlng.- She is a faYorite burlesqne
actress, and she lives very expehslvely
In those gorgeous new flats Bloomsbury
Court. Some wealthy scoundyel pays
for 1t all. A man in very high posi-
ton as she said with pathetic little
touch of pride. which made we want to
weep oh. my dear fellow, II the world
only knew what I know! Great and honor
ed names in the Senate, the forum, the
Court. 4unsullicd before tho eyes OF men.
cf,b tu1,v
secret ties!s This is a wicked city. The
deadly l,ists which war against the soul
!are great. powerful, and militant all
around us.
This poor woman has been coming
regularly to church OH Sundays. Tie first
time was when you preached your cap
ital sermon on tho Resurrection. Now,
she is dying from q slow complaint She
will live year or two, the doctors think,
and that is ALL II does not prevent her.
fromiliving her ordinary life. bur 1t will
strike her down suddenly some day.
She has expressed a wish to see you
to talk things over with you. She thinks
you can help her. Go to her and save
her. We must. =
He handed Gortrc a Visiting card. on.
which he saw the name of Gertrude Hunt
with curious lack of surprise.
NCll, sIllllSlt Dc OIL sulu tilIe.l
Ripon. rising from the table witha large
hunk of bread and cheese in one hand.
go and see this poor. woman to-mor-
row evening. She tells me she isn't
acting for a week or two-rehearsinE
some new play Isn't 1t wonderful to
think of the things that are going on
every day? Just think of the Holy Spirit
pouring into this shining creatures heart,
catching her in the middle OF her cham
payne and frivolity, and just turning her.
almost compelling her towards Christ!
And men like John Morley or Constan-'
Stinc Schuabe say there is no truth in
EChristianity.--I'll take one OF these ap-
ples-poor. fools! Now must go and
write my sermon.
He was gone in a Gathering rush.
For a long time Basil sat thinking. The
mysterious links OF some great chain.
were Icing revealed inch by inch. Wonder
full as these circumstances already SEEM
cd to him. he felt sure there was far
more behind them than he knew as yet.
There was some unseen tie. some In
fluence that drew his thoughts ever more
and more towards the library In the
palace at Manchester.
The next evening maid showed Gortre
into the hall of the flat OF bloomsbury
Court Mansions, cycling him curiousy as
fshe did so.
He passed down rhe richly carpcted pas
sage with quickening OF all his pulses.
noticing the Moorish lamps of copper
studded with turquoise which threw Il
dim crimson light over everything, mark
ling the OBSERVATIONS luxury of the place
with wonder.
Gertrude Hunt lay back In a low arm
chair. She was dressed in a long. dull
led tka-gown of cashmere, with a broad
white band round the neck opening Of