The War Cry . ght, Wont You?1 ragazza in questo hlighted. Indurita, peccato-macchiato donna. Lei?stopped.Im improvviso troppo lontano andato - potrebbe pure andare al diavolo in primo luogo come ultimo. Theres nohelp per me; e tnrning ancora, shewalked rapidamente giù la strada tillshs carne iu fi basso suiuuu, che sheented. Oltre al har-tend, c'era solo un hlear-eyed lounging -on. Un posto che fumava. Hesprang in su come ha entrato. Ciao. Moll, disse, vieni a bere un drink. Qui, Sam, due birre, veloce. Prese il bicchiere andeagerly bevve il suo contenuto. Avete visto Jennie a-night?She chiesto attualmente. Sì, rispose l'uomo, sh

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The War Cry . ght, Wont You?1 girl in this hlighted. hardened, sin-stained woman. She ?stopped abruptly.Im too far gone—might as well goto the devil first as last. Theres nohelp for me; and tnrning again, shewalked rapidly down the street tillshs carne iu fi low suiuuu, which sheentered. Besides the har-tender, there was only a hlear-eyed manlounging -on . a seat smoking. Hesprang up as she entered. Hello. Moll, he said, come aadhave a drink. .Here, Sam, two beers, quick. She took the glass andeagerly drank its contents. Have you seen Jennie to-night?she asked presently. Yes, replied the man, she saidshe was going up to The Artftjy Hill, to hear them sing, and pass the time. Ill go aad find her, said Mary, well be back soon. When sine reached The Army, thesong service- was over. She wonderedif Jennie was inside. ? She would justgo in for a moment and see.. Sheopened the door and, qnletiy slippedInto a back seat. A young man., inuniform, was reading Jer. xvili. 4, And the vessel he made of clay was. She BtriVHsE Mead fa Hide Her Tears, J ~Ti TT=rS^ marred in the hand of the potter, sohe made it again another vessel. Then !n a short, earnest address, the speaker applied the Scriptures tohuman lives which God, the Potter, in-tended for Himself—vessels of honourfor His house, tmt which have becomespoiled hy sin. It is the devils busi-ness, he said, to mar the clay, andbow weii he succeeds, is proven bythe lives of sin all around us—menand womea, whose faces are stampedwith the very image -of Satan. Butlisten, oh, sin-bound soul, the DivinePotter la able to take the marred, .stained, broken clay, and make Itagain, a beautiful, - clean, pure vessel.He longs to do it. Will you let Himtake your fallen, sinful life and makeit over? Mary heard no more; she put herhead down on the Back of the seatin front of her to hide her tears. Oh, how horrible her life looked, .howblackened, :Jiow broken, bow marred.Indeed. Was It true they could makeanything of It? By and- by they sang a son

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