Mr. Works—I am satisfied to go on in my way.
Mr. Truman—I could have taken my way long ago, but I want to find the Bible way.
Mr. Wright—Jesus says, "I am the way." Taking Christ is the only way to heaven.

"Rosalie," said her father.... "Come along!" So Rosalie had to leave her poor mother. And instead of singing the soothing words of the hymn, she had to repeat again and again the foolish and senseless words which had fallen to her share in the new play.

It was... an unwise thing to say at that particular time. Robert Davis was young, and full of zeal. Most probably he should not have uttered those words. Peter Newby was powerfully affected. He felt as if his character had been scandalized before the whole crowd.

Austin's brow clouded as he heard Doyle's wish.... It did not seem fair, after the sacrifice he had made all these years... that the boy should care more for his father and this unknown mother than he did for his home and the one who had made it possible.

There appeared... letters in blazing light, as plain as the handwriting on the wall in the house of Nebuchadnezzar. They appeared just above the group of little faces. The message slowly spelled out, "India's helpless little ones are calling you."

He had not meant to be wicked, but he suddenly realized that his life had been wasted; and he concluded that he was not ready to meet Christ. But John believed that Christ would come to the earth, and he felt that he would give anything to be ready to meet Him.

When the train pulled out from the station, taking Elsie and little Mary back to their own home, he laid his head on his mother's shoulder and sobbed as only a twelve-year-old boy can sob. Peachy had found a place in his heart which no one else could fill.

The sick landlady praised the servant, "He takes care of me like a son, and he is a wise man. He persuaded my husband to let him put up a stove in the kitchen.... Others barely do what they are told to; this one does the needed things without being told."

My father looked at her searchingly, with that new tenderness which I had seen frequently lately.... "I believe," said Rosa, "that she'd be happy to give us her last piece of bread if there was occasion for it." "Yes, and her life also, if that was necessary."

"Uncle Edward... will you ask God to make Tommy come back home? His mother does want him so badly." "I will leave you to do that," was the curt reply. "Well, if you don't want to pray for Tommy, pray for God's probable sons, won't you?

My heart cries out, "What a mighty God! What a great and loving Father!" Counting my blessings, I find they so far outnumber my trials that it brings me real courage to press on, knowing that, as I do, grace will be given me to meet whatever may yet lie in my pathway.

"Oh, Mother!... I never thought of that. Do kneel down with me, and ask God to forgive me, and help me to forgive Jack." So they prayed a long time; and when, at last, they rose from their knees, Willy looked as if he were at peace with all the world.

"Everybody can't be like Christopher Columbus, Mama." "Maybe not, my dear boy, but everyone can imitate Christ. Wicked men... mocked Him, blindfolded Him, and smote Him in the face.... If you will pray to Christ, He will make you a brave, manly Christian."

"Why do you rub at the knives forever?" asked Mary. Mary was the cook. "Because they are in my corner," Georgia said, brightly. " 'You in your small corner,' you know, 'and I in mine.' I will do the best I can; that is all I can do."

As he lay thus... he was startled by the sight of a man's shadow on the side of the tent. He lay still and listened. Soon he heard low muttering voices a few rods from his tent. Still he listened. They drew nearer and nearer. Finally the mutterings became whisperings.

At this Alfred grasped Joe's hand and said, "Joe, do not fear for me, for I am as hungry for the things of God as you are, and I shall ever keep my heart open that I may hear the voice of God and be directed by His Spirit."

As a captain, realizing that the rudder of his vessel is broken, looks out upon the distant horizon and sees the storm approaching, so Byron looked into the faces of those before him in this terrific storm of life.

He knew only that he existed, and that from day to day there were many things happening about him... a great many of which were distasteful to him. But all that took place he quietly endured, thinking that it was the best that there was in life for him.

"Your feelings sometimes depend upon something else to which you have given little attention. Did you ever read in the Bible... 'The just shall stand by their feelings?'... No, you never read anything like that. The Bible says, 'The just shall live by faith.' "

His hand began to tremble. What was the matter with that example? Oh, what was the matter? The remainder was too large; no—it was too small; no—it was—he didn't know what! Everybody was watching him; he heard a boy laugh softly.

" 'All things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.' " She looked up at the pastor earnestly, and inquired: "Is that so? Does God say that?" ... She immediately began praying: "Lord, send my father here; Lord, send my father to the chapel."

I saw that they were close upon a terrible place, for mighty cliffs stood above the shore, and they were within a very short distance of a sheer and terrible precipice. "What are you dragging?" I cried to them. And a thousand voices seemed to answer, "A soul! a soul!"