A few days afterward Robert Goodman received a large package from an unknown friend containing a warm overcoat and three pairs of shoes. His father also received a present. It came through the mail and was an honest confession of a wrong done him, also a check for one hundred dollars. One year later this church gave a unanimous call to Brother Goodman and the revival which broke out that winter was unprecedented in the annals of that church. Verily, "A little child shall lead them." --Luella Watson Kinder, in _Christian Witness_ CARLETTA AND THE MERCHANT "If I could only have your faith, gladly would I--but I was born a skeptic. I cannot look upon God and the future as _you_ do." So said John Harvey as he walked with a friend under a dripping umbrella. John Harvey was a skeptic of thirty years standing and apparently hardened in his unbelief. Everybody had given him up as hopeless. Reasoning ever so calmly made no impression on the rocky soil of his heart. Alas! it was sad, very sad! But one friend had never given him up. When spoken to about him-- "I will talk with and pray for that man until I die," he said; "and I will have faith that he may yet come out of darkness into the marvelous light." And thus whenever he met him (John Harvey was always ready for a "talk,") Mr. Hawkins pressed home the truth. In answer, on that stormy night, he said: "God can change a skeptic, John. He has more power over your heart than you, and I mean still to pray for you." "Oh, I have no objections, none in the world--seeing is believing, you know. I'm ready for any miracle; but I tell you it would take nothing short of a miracle to convince me. Let's change the subject. I'm hungry and it's too far to go up town to supper on this stormy night. Here's a restaurant: let us stop here." How warm and pleasant it looked in the long, brilliant dining saloon! The two merchants had eaten, and were just on the point of rising when a strain of soft music came through the open door--a child's sweet voice. "'Pon my word, that is pretty," said John Harvey; "what purity in those tones!" "Out of here, you little baggage!" cried a hoarse voice, and one of the waiters pointed angrily to the door. "Let her come in," said John Harvey. "We don't allow them in this place, sir," said the waiter, "but she can go into the reading-room." "Well, let her go somewhere. I want to hear her," responded the gentleman.