Society, outside the store, recognized the new life that Dr. Tilton and
Will had begun. They were received cordially by their old friends. The
club gathered about Will, treating him after the fashion of the old
enthusiastic friendship.

"He's singin' once more and a playin'," Aunt Stanshy said to a neighbor,
"jest as nice as can be. It does me good to see him."

And Tim Tyler--where was he?

His sister Ann did hope he would be reached, but she folded her old shawl
about her shoulders and went away from the meeting, saying sorrowfully to
herself, "Tim didn't come."

No, he was not at the meeting. He did not show any interest in the
movement.

"But--but we can't give him up," some of his praying friends whispered.

And when our prayers refuse to let the angel of blessing go, was that
angel ever known to forsake us?




CHAPTER XV.

THE FAIR.