“God.”  The word embodied the great new idea which had entered Toyner’s soul, the idea of the love that had power to help him.

“I want to get hold of God,” he said; “but it isn’t any use, for I shall just go and get drunk again.”

“Dear, dear fellow,” said the young preacher, his arm drawing closer round Bart, “He is able and willing to keep you; all you have to do is to take Him for your Master, and He will come to you and make a new man of you.  He will take the drink crave away.  He knows as well as you do that you can’t fight it.”

“I don’t believe it,” said Toyner.

Then the young preacher turned his beautiful face toward the blue above the trees and whispered a prayer:  “Open the eyes of our souls that we may see Thee, and then we shall know that Thou canst not lie.  Thy honour is pledged to give Thy servants all they need, and this man needs to have the craving for drink taken out of his body.  He has come at Thy call, willing to be Thy slave; Thou canst not go back on Thy promises.  We know Thou hast accepted him, because he has come to Thee.  We know that Thou wilt give him what he needs,”—­so the short sentences of the whispered prayer went on in quick transition from entreaty to thanksgiving for a gift received.  Suddenly, before the conclusion had come, Bart stood up upon his feet.

“What is it, my brother?” asked the preacher.  He too had risen and stood with his hand on Toyner’s shoulder.

They were alone together, these two.  The great crowd of the congregation had already gone away; those that remained were each one so intensely occupied with prayer or adoration that they paid no heed to others.

“I feel—­light,” said Toyner.

“Dear fellow,” said the preacher, “the devil has gone out of you.  You are free now because you are the slave of Christ.  Begin your service to him by praising God!”

Toyner stayed a week longer in the place, lodging with the young preacher.  Day and night they were close together.  A change had come to Toyner.  It was a miracle.  The young preacher believed in such miracles, and because he believed he saw them often.

Toyner trembled and hoped, and at length he too believed.  He believed that as long as he willingly obeyed God his old habits would not triumph over him.  The physical health which so often comes like a flood and replaces disease at the shrines of idol temples, of Romish saints, or, at the many Protestant homes for faith-healing, had undoubtedly come to Bart Toyner.  The stomach that had been inflamed and almost useless, now produced in him a regular appetite for simple nourishing food.  The craving for strong drink had passed away, and with his whole mind and heart he threw himself into such service as he believed to be acceptable to God and the condition upon which he held his health and his freedom.  At the end of the week Toyner went home to face the old life again with no safe-guard but the new inward strength.