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3 THE APOSTOLIC FAITH. great deal. I still carry the scars of it with me. But I found a remedy that cured me of the habit." "We will have another talk at 2 o'clock a. said Fred.

Good bye." CIIAHTKK II. Two o'clock a. in. Fred asked me how cold it was. I told him the glass registered 22 below zero.

"Oh, my 1" said Fred, "Boston for me; only 30 above zero." "Now," said Fred, "what were you going to tell me about the Chicago remedy that takes away appetite for drink? I might as well acknowledge at once that I am getting to be a ard drinker. I am not well to-night, ami ought not to be here, but it is all my own fault." "Fred," said "the moment you touched the key to-night I knew you had been drinking." "I am sorry," said Fred, "if my touch gave you that impression tonight, but I must plead guilty to the charge. Did you say you used to be a hard drinker?" Paid "I am sorry to say that I have been a hard drinker, but for seven years I have not tasted liquor of any kind. I got to the point where I saw it must be drink, destruction or quit, and I quit." "I have tried to quit it three difler-ent times," said Fred, "and failed each time; tell me what you took to help you?" "I took the Lord Jesus Christ," said "and He cured me; and there is nothing else that will cure you but the same medicine." "What denomination is best to mix the medicine?" he asked. "No denomination mixed the medicine for me," said I.

"I got in earnest in the matter and took the advice of others who had been cured through a personal visit made to the Great Physician, who is none other than the Lord Jesus Christ. I went alone in prayer to Jesus and asked Him to cure me, as I was not able to help myself. He came to me personally with healing powers and cured me, soul and body." Fred bid me good night, and said he would talk with me tomorrow night. Tomorrow night comes, and Fred calling me up tells me that he had been conversing during tho day with three church members and one clergy-man "all good Christians," he said, "and none of them agree with you. They say that Christianity has nothing to do with our habits as long as they are innocent.

He v. of St. church, told mo he did not discourage wine drinking in moderation. He fays he drinks wine occasionally, but he strongly oposod drunkenness. I ppoke something about Wing cured of the drink habit in answer to prayer.

The clergy shook his head and said something about sins. Two of the laymen I spoke to about leing cured of habits, said they took no stock in such stutf. One of the men said he did not doubt it. He did not question but God would help men in answer to prayer, but er8on-ally ho knew nothing about it. Ho is a church member in good standing.

"Now, I have given you a little idea of how some of our Boston Christians diirerfrom you, and I conclude that there must bo a difference letween a Chicago and Boston Christian." "Fred," I said, "I told you before to beware of men. I do not ask you to believe me. Go to God in the name of Jesus Christ, and give yourself to Him, soul and body, and He will take you and heal you, soul and body, as sure as you and I arc conversing through this mysterious agency, although we are 1,000 miles apart." As I finished this last sentence, I paused, expecting a reply. I was sur-prised at not receiving it, but did not intimate to him my surprise. I thought he might have been thinking of something else, so I let him alone.

In about five minutes he said, calling me by name, "Theorizing will do me no longer; actual facts and truths were always sweet to me, Jesus has been here with me these last five minutes. He has shown me that He did cure you and save you, and He has just now done the same for me; glory to Jesus; glory to God Sel. Your address, with or without a offering, will bring you the parer, A Telegraph Operator's Story. CIIArTKK I. jyt ANY years ago, when Chicago was not as large as it is at present, and Boston was considered a big town, I was employed as night operator at the Chicago end of the machine.

We did considerable work directly with Boston. I remember how much I enjoyed the work at night, everything being quiet. At the Boston end of the route was an operator to whom I felt very much attached, although I had never met him face to face. We had worked together so much, although over one thousand miles apart, that we knew each other well. Our work consisted of quotations figures, connected with stocks in itself very dry stuff.

As I said, the operator in Boston was a good one. I loved him; he was so bright and almost always accurate. It was easy for us to work together; we understood each other so well. After some months I noticed my old friend would occasionally miss a night. I always asked him the next night the cause of his absence, etc.

He would reply that he was not well, or was out with the boys, or some such excuse. About the beginning of the new year I missed my old friend for more than a week. I began to get uneasy; in fact, I was lonesome, for Fred and I used to chat away as we worked and passed the time away nicely. As I said, a little over a week passed by, and I began to think I had lost Fred for good, when to my joy, this evening my old friend called me up with his usual bang. I sat down and we had a nice little chat.

I noticed that his touch was not as precise as formerly. "Fred," said "where have you been the past ten days?" "Oh," said he, "don't ask me. 1 am afraid from what remarks I have heard you make otr and on, that you would not approve of my doings the last week." "Fred," said "I fear you have been drinking. Tell me truly if it is not so. I am sure I can sympathize with you, for drinking has cost me a.