It was on the opening day at one of the theaters in a western city that the writer had the following experience, which may be of help to others. It was a Sabbath day, and he had been to a Christian Science service, where his thought had been lifted into a peaceful contemplation of God's mercies, power, and presence. In the line of his usual occupation he was led to go almost directly to his employment, and to all appearance it was not to be a day of rest for him. On arriving at the scene of his work, he was asked into a room by one of his associates, who was in a state verging on collapse.

"Do something for me," he begged. "I have been up all night,—not drinking, but waiting for a saloon to open. You see my condition. I hate to be humiliated before the others."

October 15, 1910

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