equally successful. Philippa gave her
apple blossoms to the old minister,--and
went to Mr. Fenn's church the very
next Sunday. Henry Roberts accepted
the tracts with a simple belief in the
kindly purpose of the young minister,
and stayed away from both churches.
But both father and daughter were
pleased by the clerical attentions:

"I love Dr. Lavendar," Philippa
said to her father.

"I am obliged to Mr. Fenn," her
father said to Philippa. "The youth,"
he added, "cares for my soul. I am
obliged to any one who cares for my
soul."

He was, indeed, as Dr. Lavendar said,
a man of humble mind; and yet with
his humbleness was a serene certainty
of belief as to his soul's welfare that
would have been impossible to John
Fenn, who measured every man's chance
of salvation by his own theological
yardstick, or even to Dr. Lavendar,
who thought salvation unmeasurable.
But then neither of these two ministers
had had Henry Roberts's experience.