she is to speak on the question of temperance, will fill our hall to overflowing. It might be painful to her, and the great change we shall witness in her will be painful to ourselves, but will it not have its effect for good? Will not every word she utters be more effective, and the conviction of every truth sink deep into the hearts of her hearers? Nothing is more impressive than an ocular demonstration of an evil, and such we shall have."

When the request was made to Miss Denesmore, she paused for a few moments to consider whether she could accomplish the task or not. "Could she accomplish any good by it," she asked herself.

She had once told her father that

she intended to improve by William's worthy example, and "sow by all waters." Months had grown into years, while she sunk deeper and deeper into despair, with scarce a hope for anything better in this life. After a few moments of awkward silence, she answered:

"I am glad you have called on me, for although it will cost me a great effort, I am willing to do all in my power to put down the foe that has brought me so much misery. Although I may never know that my words have taken effect, yet my soul will be in the work, and we can only ask a blessing thereon."

"Your labor will not be in vain, Miss Denesmore," said George Greene. "The work begun

by Mr. Strasmore, has brought forth principles in us as fixed as the stars, and the harvest is not yet."

She consented, and chose for her subject, The Ballot. The committee had made arrangements to procure a prohibition lecturer to follow the essay, and on their return the programme was completed and sent to the printer. Next day, bill posters were busy putting up the following;

AT TEMPERANCE HALL, ON CORNER OF MAIN AND MYRTLE STREETS, WEDNESDAY EVE.,

AT 7:30 P. M."

December, A. D., 187-.

These bills were read and re-read.

keepers whispered with each other.

The saloon
Pauline

Denesmore was going to read an original essay,

some.

and they knew they would be handled without gloves. The name Strasmore produced profound wonder among all classes of people. Who could he be? probably he was some distant relative of Lawyer Strasmore, perhaps he had inherited his love of the temperance cause. Quite likely this Hon. W. A. Strasmore was a great uncle, thought Others who knew that William had no relatives, thought it only a strange co-incidence. George Greene had chosen the man Strasmore from three names given him, knowing that the name in connection with Pauline's would be sure to attract a crowd, for everybody had heard her sad story. He was correct, for the names excited comment, and soon there was great anxiety to see and hear them.

There were two persons whose feelings were stirred at sight of these bills. One, a man of means and fashionably dressed, who might have been mistaken for a gentleman, paused at one, read it, and hurried away down the street, while strange emotions marked his features. The other was a sort of a shabby genteel personage, walking along the street, his head bowed and steps unsteady, and his clothes all much the worse for wear. He paused in front of one of the posters, for his bleared eyes had caught a name which to him seemed familiar, and steadying himself, read it through.

"Pauline Denesmore-an essay on the ballot!"

he ejaculated, "Oh, Heaven, I have driven her to it! Who is Strasmore? I would like to talk with him- no, I can't meet a gentleman, for I feel my fallen condition every time I see one. Oh, Will! is there a hereafter, as we believed? If I knew there was not, to-morrow would know the end of this miserable existence."

The air seemed filled with imps and his hand became a wreathing serpent and still he knew it to be his own hand. The imps on his shoulder almost set his brain wild by crying: "End your existence! end your existence!

!"

In this state of mind Dr. Denesmore reached home and went directly to Pauline's room. At sight of his sister bending over her essay, he gave utterance to a groan of anguish. She laid aside her manuscript, and went to work to comfort him as best she could. He began talking about Strasmore, and she tried to explain that the lecturer was only another man of the same name. He could not be related to William Strasmore for he had no relations. Guy stood staring at her in such a wild manner that she became frightened, and was about to call some one, when he fell upon the floor, screaming and clawing as if fighting some monster.

"Take it off! take it off! take this wild-cat away from me, it is tearing my throat to pieces!" he screamed. Assistance came and the sufferer was removed to his room and Dr. Patterson sent for.