David Bell looked almost imploringly at Mollie; but she kept her seat, with downcast eyes.  Over in the big square “stone pew” he saw Eben bending forward, with his elbows on his knees, gazing frowningly at the floor.

“I’m a stumbling block to them both,” he thought bitterly.

A hymn was sung and prayer offered for those under conviction.  Then testimonies were called for.  The evangelist asked for them in tones which made it seem a personal request to every one in that building.

Many testimonies followed, each infused with the personality of the giver.  Most of them were brief and stereotyped.  Finally a pause ensued.  The evangelist swept the pews with his kindling eyes and exclaimed, appealingly,

“Has EVERY Christian in this church to-night spoken a word for his Master?”

There were many who had not testified, but every eye in the building followed the pastor’s accusing glance to the Bell pew.  Mollie crimsoned with shame.  Mrs. Bell cowered visibly.

Although everybody looked thus at David Bell, nobody now expected him to testify.  When he rose to his feet, a murmur of surprise passed over the audience, followed by a silence so complete as to be terrible.  To David Bell it seemed to possess the awe of final judgment.

Twice he opened his lips, and tried vainly to speak.  The third time he succeeded; but his voice sounded strangely in his own ears.  He gripped the back of the pew before him with his knotty hands, and fixed his eyes unseeingly on the Christian Endeavor pledge that hung over the heads of the choir.

“Brethren and sisters,” he said hoarsely, “before I can say a word of Christian testimony here to-night I’ve got something to confess.  It’s been lying hard and heavy on my conscience ever since these meetings begun.  As long as I kept silence about it I couldn’t get up and bear witness for Christ.  Many of you have expected me to do it.  Maybe I’ve been a stumbling block to some of you.  This season of revival has brought no blessing to me because of my sin, which I repented of, but tried to conceal.  There has been a spiritual darkness over me.

“Friends and neighbors, I have always been held by you as an honest man.  It was the shame of having you know I was not which has kept me back from open confession and testimony.  Just afore these meetings commenced I come home from town one night and found that somebody had passed a counterfeit ten-dollar bill on me.  Then Satan entered into me and possessed me.  When Mrs. Rachel Lynde come next day, collecting for foreign missions, I give her that ten dollar bill.  She never knowed the difference, and sent it away with the rest.  But I knew I’d done a mean and sinful thing.  I couldn’t drive it out of my thoughts.  A few days afterwards I went down to Mrs. Rachel’s and give her ten good dollars for the fund.  I told her I had come to the conclusion I ought to give more than ten dollars,