
“Well,” wee 3 “9 —— DIL J 
chances for getting to heaven are 
pretty good.” 
_. “Deo you belieye heaven is a real- 
ity?” £ asked. 
He said, “Yes.” 
“Ts it true there is a hell?” 
“Yes, I believe it,” he replied. 
“And you have a soul that will soon 
be in one of these places forever?” 
“Yes,” he said earnestly. 
“You just now said you thought 
your chances for heaven were pretty 
good. You must have some reason for 
such hope.” 


‘COME! YOU ARE INVITED 


E was a blacksmith and a most wretchedly wicked 
man. He knew everything that was blatant and 
blasphemous in infidelity. He hated everything that 
was good, and loved everything that was bad. He 
studied to make himeclf an irritation to all who be- 
lieved God, not even sparing his wife, who did the 
best she could in the patience and kingdom of Jesus. 
This man was given up as altogether beyond moral. 
recovery, and so indeed he seemed. Prayer was made 
as though he had no existence; churches were opened 
and shut, but never with reference to him; the gospel 
was preached and mercy offered, but no one connected 
him with God’s message to the world. 
A few miles back in the country from the black- 
smith’s town there li®ed an old couple, Father and 
Mother Brown. They were close to ninety years of 
age. Theirs had been lives of conscious acceptance 
with God and of patient, unremitting devotedness to 
Him; and they were waiting without sorrow and 
without fear for the promised home-going. 
Very early one morning the old man awoke, ter- 
ribly agitated, and began to call his wife: ‘Get up, 
wife! Get up!” 
‘ 
“Why, good man,” she said, ‘‘what is the matter?” 
He answered: ‘‘I can't tell you now what’s the 
matter; for I must start a fire in the kitchen. [ want 
you to get breakfast ready as soon as you can; for 
I've. gog,.to go to town this morning.” 
“You go to town this morning!’’ she exclaimed. 
“Why, you are out of your head. You can’t go to 
town. You haven’t got any way of going, and I 
know you can’t walk.” 
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” the old man 
persisted. “‘I tell you, I’ve got to go to town. I 
had a dream last night, and—vwell, I'll go and make 
the fire; then tell you about it.”’ 
His -wife followed him, the breakfast was pre- 
pared, and when the meal was over the old man started 
for town. It was a long and weary way for an old 
