He looked at the clock again. The old year was almost gone. It was nearly midnight. Rabbi Barthold would be asleep. Then he remembered the watch-night service Bethany had asked him to attend. Cragmore and Marion would be there. He would go and tell them. He started rapidly down the street, saying to himself: "How queer this seems! Here am I, a Jew, on my way to confess before men that I believe a Galilean peasant is the Son of God. I don't understand the mystery of it, but I do believe in some way the promised atonement has been made, and that it avails for me." He clung to that hope all the way down to the Church. It was growing stronger every step. Bethany had risen to take her place at the piano at the announcement of another hymn, when the door opened and David Herschel stood in their midst. Not even glancing at the startled members of the League, he walked across the room and held out one hand to Cragmore and the other to Marion. His voice thrilled his listeners with its intensity of purpose. "I have come to confess before you the belief that your Jesus is the Christ, and that through him I shall be saved." Then a look of happy wonderment shone in his face, as the dawning consciousness of his acceptance became clearer to him. "Why, I am saved! Now!" he cried in joyful surprise. Glad tears sprang to many eyes, and only one exclamation could express the depth of Frank Marion's gratitude--an old-fashioned shout of "Glory to God!" Yes, an old, old fashion--for it came in when "the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy." "O, I must tell the whole world!" cried David. "Come!" exclaimed Cragmore, turning to those around him, and laying his hand on David's shoulder; "here is another Saul turned Paul. Who such missionaries of the cross as these redeemed sons of Abraham? Leagued with such an Israel, we could soon tell all the world. Who will join the alliance?" In answer they came crowding around David, with warm hand-clasps and sympathetic words, till the bells all over the city began tolling the hour of midnight. At a word from Cragmore they knelt in the final prayer of consecration. There was a deep silence. Then the leader's voice began: "The untried paths of the new year stretch out into unknown distances. But trusting in an Allwise Father, in a grace-giving Christ, and the sustaining presence of the Holy Spirit, how many will sing with me: [Illustration: Music "Where He leads me I will follow, Where He leads me I will follow, Where He leads me I will follow. I'll go with Him, with Him all the way."] The melody arose, sweet and subdued, as every voice covenanted with his.