Dan's turn came at last. His face was now white. "And this," shouted the secretary, "is Brother Matthews, the present pastor of our church at Corinth." There was a hush still and significant; for this was church policy. After a moment's silence the secretary continued, "Please sing hymn three-hundred and one: 'Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love.' Everybody sing!" And the denominational papers agreed that they made a joyful noise unto the Lord. Were the high officials and their mates on this ship of salvation to be blamed? Not a bit of it! The Elder's report made Dan "unsafe"--and he was. They were right. More than this, the Lord needed the Judge's influence--and money. When the young minister came back to his seat his old friend thought his face the saddest he had ever seen. At lunch the Doctor told Dan that he was going to call upon several friends that afternoon, and among them mentioned the superintendent of a famous steel plant in the city. Agreeing to meet at dinner in the evening they parted, Dan going alone to the convention building. At the door he paused. Several ministers, chatting gaily with friends passing in for the opening of the afternoon session, looked curiously at the stalwart, irresolute figure standing there alone. Two or three greeted him with a word. All were sorry for him; for not one but understood the meaning of the incidents of the morning. An hour later the superintendent of the great steel works greeted, with admiring eyes, the big clean-looking fellow and wondered at the look of sadness on his face. "I am in the city with my friend, Dr. Oldham," explained Dan. "I expected to find him here. He told me at lunch that he was coming." "Oldham in town? Good!" exclaimed the man of affairs. "Of course he would look me up, but he hasn't been here yet. Glad to meet any friend of the Doctor's. Sit down, Mr. Matthews; he'll be in presently, no doubt. Or perhaps while you're waiting, you would care to look about." At Dan's eager reply he touched a bell and, to the man who appeared, he said, "Jack, show Mr. Matthews around. A friend of my friend, Dr. Oldham." And so the Doctor found the boy standing in the very heart of the great plant, where the brawny workmen, naked to the waist--their bodies shining with sweat and streaked with grime, wrestled with the grim realities of life. For a little while the Doctor watched him; then, tapping him on the shoulder, shouted in his ear, above the roar of the furnace, the hissing of steam and the crash and clank of iron and steel. "Almost as good as a fishing trip, heh Dan?" Back in the office again the superintendent introduced them to a gray-haired, smooth faced, portly gentleman--the president of the steel company, a well-known capitalist. The great man repeated Dan's name, looking him over the while. "Matthews. By your name and your build, sir, you are related to the Grant Matthews who owns Dewey Bald."