The Count spoke for about five minutes and then sat down. He sailed on
the following Tuesday and I never met him again. He may be in London for
all I know, studying up something else. But I'm sure he enjoyed himself
when feeding the men. And I have often thought, no matter who or what he
was, he had his heart in the right spot. God wants men of his stamp, for
He can use them for His honor and glory.
A MUSICIAN WON TO CHRIST
There isn't a week passes in my work that there are not some specially
interesting happenings. One Wednesday night about six months ago we were
having our usual Wednesday night meeting. I found I did not have any one
to play the piano; my player had not yet come. I did not worry over
that, however, as sometimes we had to go on and have a meeting without
music. I generally asked if any one could play, and I did so this night.
Presently a man came up the aisle. I asked, "Can you play?" He said, "A
little. What number shall I play?" I said, "I guess we will sing my
favorite hymn, 'When the Roll Is Called up Yonder, I'll Be There.'" He
found the hymn and when he began to play I saw that he was a real
musician.
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