“MOTHER,” said a factory girl, as they were eating their breakfast, “last night I was at the mission, and someone came up to me, and asked me to decide for Christ. I felt almost inclined, but did not stay then, for I mean to go again tonight.” In another moment she fell back dead! There had been time to rest, and time to take a meal, but, like so very many now-a-days, no time for Christ.
E. H. R.