E-text prepared by Al Haines
This story was first read by the author to his Sunday eveningcongregation in the spring of 1892. The chapters were given one at atime on consecutive Sundays, and the way in which the story wasreceived encouraged the pastor in his attempt to solve the problem ofthe Sunday evening service in this manner.
CHARLES M. SHELDON.
Central Church, TOPEKA, Kansas.
It was Sunday night, and Robert Hardy had just come home from theevening service in the church at Barton. He was not in the habit ofattending the evening service, but something said by his minister inthe morning had impelled him to go out. The evening had been a littleunpleasant, and a light snow was falling, and his wife had excusedherself from going to church on that account. Mr. Hardy came homecross and fault-finding.
"Catch me going to evening service again! Only fifty people out, andit was a sheer waste of fuel and light. The sermon was one of thedullest I ever heard. I believe Mr. Jones is growing too old for ourchurch. We need a young man, more up with the times. He iseverlastingly harping on the necessity of doing what we can in thepresent to save souls. To hear him talk you would think every man whowasn't running round to save souls every winter was a robber and anenemy of society. He is getting off, too, on this new-fangledChristian Sociology, and thinks the rich men are oppressing the poor,and that church members ou