"I couldn't tell you how many I have said 'yes' to, when they have made the same request." "Then I am to be one of a bunch?" he asked disappointedly. "I belong to everyone--you said it, didn't you?" "You're incorrigible, Betty!" was his hopeless answer. * * * * * Betty's farewell was a gay little affair. Men, women and children came, everyone bringing a piece of money, from a dime to a dollar, according to his or her means. Betty was the centre of adoring friends, all wishing her "Godspeed" on her mission, and success in spreading the restored Gospel. And at this little party, there was no long-faced preaching done. Everyone was glad and smiling, and a "farewell" to a "Mormon" missionary, meant a child-like display of goodwill and brotherly love,--such as no other church on the face of God's earth, had yet begun to realize. The young people made merry in their innocent happy way, and the spirit of true religion reigned over all,--not the spirit of lifeless piety! The next day Betty was busy making preparations for departure the following day, and saying her "good-byes." There were a number of calls she felt that she must make, on the old or sick, all of whom would be unhappy not to say good-bye to her,--for Ephraimites were all like one big family, and a loving relationship was really felt among its numbers. As Betty passed through the streets, more than one honest man came up to her, and grasping her little soft hand in his large work-calloused one, wished her good luck in a husky voice, and offered her his hard earned dollar for her mission. O you luke-warm, respectable churches of the world! Where or when did any of you possess whole congregations of Christians filled with the simplicity and ferver of Christ's Gospel as these rugged mountaineers? Why don't you hesitate before you open your doors to money-making anti-Mormon lecturers, to satisfy the morbid cravings of some of your people to hear the fantastic and obscene wanderings of Satanic minds! If angel hosts brought glad tidings to your church doors, how small a congregation would be yours! You poor struggling minister of the world! Does it never occur to you that the prophecy is being fulfilled? "For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts will they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears." (I Tim. 4:3.) You know that to fill your churches, you must have preachers lay aside simple Gospel truths, and entice the masses with the political excitement of the day, or the glamor of some rare literary achievements.