The Angel of His Presence by Grace Livingston Hill

right, of course. It was not the thing, even in America, for a young woman to call upon a young man even to read the Bible with him. He must overcome this obstacle. Having reached this conclusion he called in his mother to assist.
    "By the way, mother," he said the next evening at dinner, "I met a very agreeable gentleman on the voyage over, a Mr. Manning. H e is the father of the Miss Man ning who was here the other evening, I believe. Do you know them? I wish you would have them to dinner some night. I would like to show him some courtesy."
    The mother smiled and assented. It was easy for he r to do nice little social kind nesses. And so it was arranged.
    After dinner it was an easy thing for John Stanley to slip away to the library with Margaret Manning, where they two sat down together before the picture, this time with a large, fine leather edition of the Bible to read from.
    That wa s an evening which to John Stan ley was memorable through the rest of his life. He had carefully studied the chapters himself, and thought he had searched out from the best commentators all the bright new thoughts concerning the events that the imagination and wisdom of man had set down in books, but he found that his companion had studied on her knees, and that while she was not lacking either book knowledge or appreciation of what he had to say, she yet was able to open to him a deeper spiritual insight. When she was gone, and he sat alone in his room once more, he felt that it had been glorified by her presence. He lingered long before that picture with searchings of heart that meant much for his future life, and before he left the room he knelt and consecrated himself as never before.
    In tho se days there were evening meet ings in the mission and he went. There was no question in his mind about going; he went gladly, and felt honored when Mr. Manning was unable to escort his daughter and he was allowed to take his place. There was a nutting excursion for the school, and he and Miss Manning took care of the little ones t ogether. When it was over he re flected that he had never enjoyed a nutting party more, not even when he was a care free boy.
    It came about gradually that he gave up smoking. Not that he had at any given time sat down and deliberately decided to do so, at least no t until he found that he had al most done so. There was always some meeting or engagement at which he hoped to meet Miss Manning, and instinctively he shrank from having her know that he smoked, m indful of what his evening visi tors had told him. At first he fell into the habit of smoking in the early morning as he walked in the garden, but once while thus engaged he saw the young woman coming down the street, and he threw away his cigar a nd disappeared behind the shrub bery, annoyed at himself that he was doing something of which he seemed to be ashamed. He wanted to walk to the fence and speak to her as she passed by, but he was sure the odor of smoke would cling to him. Little by little he left off smoking lest she would detect the odor about him. Once they had a brief conversation on the sub ject, she taking it for granted that he agreed w ith her, and someone came to in terrupt them ere he had decided whether to speak out plainly and tell her he was one whom she was condemning by her words. His face flushed over it that night as he sat before his fire. She had been telling him what one of the boys had said when she had asked him why he thought he could not be a Christian: "Well, I can't give up smokin ', and we know he never would 'a' smoked." That had seemed a conclusive argument to the boy.
    Was it true that he was sure his Master never would have done it? Then ought he, a professed follower of Christ? He tried to say that Miss Manning had peculiar views on this subject and that those boys were unduly influenced by her ; and he recalled how many good followers of Christ were addicted to the habit. Nevertheless, he felt sure that no one of them would