The great need, of course, is more workers and it is to supply more workers that the East London Church Fund exists. It is spent wholly on workers, not on buildings at all; and it is my earnest desire, with the help of the Bishop of Islington, who is an experienced East-End worker himself, and who has now taken over the North London district, to raise that fund to £20,000 this year to meet the urgent appeals for more workers which come to us from the poorer parts of East and North London. The Fund covers an area of 1,800,000 people, most of whom are poor. [Illustration: (_Photo: C. E. Fry and Son, Gloucester Terrace, S.W._) CANON BARNETT. (_Warden of Toynbee Hall._)] Such, then, so far as it can be described in a short article, is East London, with all its virtues and its vices, its aspirations, its hopes, its possibilities, and its failings. It is a land flowing with milk and honey, with the milk of human kindness and the honey of human love; but, like the old Canaan, it is not yet fully occupied by the host of God. When Christianity is, however, fully "in possession," we shall see a great deepening and ripening of all the good that lies there, and the East London Church of the future will have a character of its own, and will shed a new glory on the Christianity which has slowly converted the world. PLEDGED [Illustration: PLEDGED] By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc. CHAPTER XIII. "ANTHONY MUST KNOW." "And you liked her, Kitty?" said Anthony Trevithick. It was the morning after his return, and Lady Jane had left them alone. "I liked her amazingly," said Lady Kitty; "and, what is more surprising, she liked me." "It would be surprising if she didn't, Kitty"--looking at her with brotherly fondness. "Do you know, Kitty, I used to like you because you were pretty, and couldn't help being charming?" Lady Kitty made a mocking bow. "But still there is some change in you of late. What is it? You have given up being smart and cynical and all that. You are ever so much lovelier now than I remember you." Lady Kitty laughed, but her eyes softened. "I'm glad you think I'm lovelier, Anthony." He looked at her sharply. "What is it, Kitty?" "Something that must not be told yet, Anthony." "Oh, it is _that_!" His voice had an incredulous relief in it. "It is really _that_, Kitty?" Lady Kitty laughed up at him out of her chair, and her glance was at once shy and proud. "Yes, it is that, Anthony." "Do I know him, Kitty?" "Very well, Anthony. But no one knows yet--only he and I." "Who, Kitty?" "Ask Mr. Leslie, Anthony." "It isn't Jack, Kitty? You don't mean to say it is Jack! Why--you deceitful little person!--Jack was just the one man you never tried to make captive to your bow and spear; at least, so far as I could see." "My poor Anthony, you never saw very far where I was concerned." "No, then, Kitty, I didn't." His face was a little rueful as he said it.