In front of the front of the church, John watched the effect of the preacher's eloquence, and John watched the effect of the preacher's eloquence. He listened to the preacher's eloquence, and John watched the effect of the preacher's eloquence. The preacher, now in his seat, took no great interest in nothing but the girl.

He hung about until the meeting was closed, and contrived to meet Mary, who was being escorted home by the minister. She greeted him warmly and introduced him to Mr. Branton. John, more for the sake of saying something than because of any active zeal, asked the revivalist how he managed to sway an audience so effectively.

"My dear young man," said Mr. Branton, "it is not I who make people believe. I am only an humble instrument in the hands of that Higher Power which rules us all and controls our destinies. Deny or ignore it though we may, the Divine Influence is there all the time. Sooner or later, it makes its presence felt in the life of every man and every woman. Somehow or later, it will stir your spirit, and then I hope to see you with us in service and prayer."

For some reason, which one at least of her hearers could not fathom, Mary Temple seemed to be disturbed by the minister's words. She broke off the conversation rather hurriedly, and John felt that he had been effectually ill, dismissed. He sought a quiet restaurant and ate a much-needed meal.  Meh1, sauntering home afterwards and sitting down to a book and a pipe. 