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FRIEND OR FOE? Vaughans, when suddenly you clap me on the shoulder, and swear you will make me do Miss Vaughan justice. God knows, I have been praying for the moment when I could do that justice. Where is my friend Vaughan ?”

“You killed him !" bluntly rejoined the other.
“God forgive me! Is he dead?”

“I suppose you have been so busy, that even in twelve years you could not spare ten minutes to write and know," angrily retorts Mr. Weston.

“ Written ! I have written a hundred times, and the letters, after six months, and sometimes a year, have come back to me. Weston, believe me, as the heavens are above, I have rued that miserable piece of work, and have always looked forward to the moment when I could undo it, if possible.” Mr. Weston is silent, his thoughts being busy with the time when Alfred Vaughan fled from the scene of his failure, leaving no trace behind.

Mr. Bradford has forgotten, for a moment, the presence of his ogre; but he cannot understand the scene before him, until his friend, grown calmer, asks him if he does not remember Mr. Grant, whom he often met when visiting at the Vaughan's, years before. And then much explanation is made, on all sides; Mr. Weston fixing his eyes on the visitor as he tells how Vaughan and his wife died, and how Elsie would be begging her bread if it were not for her uncle, and seeming to wonder whether Grant is really honest; Mr. Bradford saying little, but thinking much of his own troubles; Grant looking very downcast. Then there is another knocking at the door, and the servant admits Rearden and Joyce. Does Amos turn pale, as he gazes so keenly at the stranger? He does not hide the fact that he recognizes him, but goes up at once and puts out his hand, which Grant takes rather coldly.

“Thought we'd come round and keep you company a little!" Rearden says, turning to Mr. Bradford; but I had no idea of meeting so old a friend as Captain Grant. I had the pleasure," he added, in explanation, “of sailing under him for sometime. How strangely people sometimes meet!”

More explaining; talks of old times; increasing sadness on Grant's part, and confidence on Mr. Weston's; Mr. Bradford becoming less and less-self absorb as wine circulates; and all the time many and frequent questions as to what can have become of Elsie. At last, as Joyce, who has seemed all along by his manner to know something about it, is going to say something, there is another knock and ring

It is Elsie, followed by a gaunt, shabby-looking, pale young man, the ghost of Oliver Raymond as he was.

Mr. Bradford's brow grows black as a thunder-cloud, as also does Mr. Weston's, as, seeing Raymond, the former asks:

“So you've come back, have you? I don't want a thief and forger in my presence. Therefore, the sooner you leave again”

“Oliver is no thief and forger, uncle !" cries Elsie, with flashing eyes. “He

“What! have you been to bring him here? Do you defend him who has robbed you of your home and your bread? Still cling to a robber"

“Uncle-Mr. Bradford,” says Oliver-how hollow is his voice !-"I have heard this story from Elsie, and vow, before my God, that I know nothing of it. I have done wrong, terrible wrong, I know; but not that. I have returned now, partly at Elsie's urgent desire, partly for shame at my cowardice in running away, to"

Mr. Bradford uttered something much like an oath. "What effrontery is this!" he cried, passionately. “What do you mean by denying this thing? Isn't it enough to bring me and that girl to the workhouse, without coming here, after your booty is spent, and flinging insults in my teeth? By the heavens above, you shall repent ever coming back. I meant to let you go; but this is too much, and the law shall take its course. Joyce, call me a policeman, at once!”

“Uncle, uncle !" cried Elsie, in sudden wild terror. But the other was roused, and, like an angry bull-dog, was not to be easily turned from the object on which he had fastened. "Get a policeman!” he fairly roared, seeing Joyce hesitate, while he put Elsie rather roughly from him, when she flung herself at his feet.

Oliver stood erect, but with bowed head, like one who meant to take his just punishment, whatever it might be, calmly and meekly. Rearden, grown very

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pale, stood silent, like Captain Grant and Mr. Weston, as if awaiting the upshot of the strange scene. “Uncle, uncle, have mercy—have mercy!” cried Elsie, seeming to lose all self-restraint in presence of the terrible prospect before Oliver—“He is not guilty—I am sure”— “Be silent girl—you don’t know what you are talking about. The fellow is a common thief. I suppose,” he added, looking at Oliver with an angry sneer, “You mean to infer that your friend, or someone else, must have forged those cheques, eh?” Oliver calmly returned the gaze of the other. “I accuse Rearden of nothing,” he said, quietly, “except giving me unwholesome advice. Whom else can I accuse? You will not believe me, I fear, but God knows I am ignorant of your meaning”— “Will you stand there and lie to my face, sir?” roared Mr. Bradford, growing livid with rage. “You unmitigated scoundrell have I been fostering a hypocrite as well as a villain”— “Mr. Bradford”—Rearden here came forward—“pray keep yourself calm, sir. Anger is useless in any case. Will you not let me persuade you to forego this matter? Let me plead for one who was my friend.” Elsie, on being repulsed by her uncle, had risen and gone to Oliver's side, where she stood with her hand pressed to her heart, looking round from one to another with hopeless eyes and white despairing face. On hearing the voice of Rearden, of whose presence she had seemed quite unconscious till now, she suddenly fired up. “There is the author of all this mischief P’ she cried, pointing at him, “that is the man that should go to prison. If it hadn’t been for him”— “Silence!” growled her uncle, roughly. At this moment Joyce entered, followed by a policeman. The latter was quiet and business-like, as usual with his brotherhood; but the former seemed strangely pale and excited, and he looked round the room nervously. “Take that man away,” said Mr. Bradford to the policeman, pointing to Oliver. “I charge him with embezzlement.” “Let me say one word before I go?” Oliver uttered the words with white lips, and took a step forward. “I came here to work, if you would let me, and make good, as far as I could, the mischief I have done; but, I repeat, I have no knowledge of any forged checques”— The policeman here interrupted with the usual warning; but he, in his turn, was interrupted by Joyce, who, paler perhaps than anybody else present, said: “Mr. Bradford, I feel that I should be criminal if I did not speak now. If anyone is guilty of forgery, it is not Mr. Raymond. During the week he has been away I have, at Miss Elsie's request, been trying to find him, and I found him this afternoon, starving. But I have here a proof”—taking from his breast a pocket-book, and from that a slip of paper—“that foul play, or something much like it, has been going on somewhere. It is a leaf from Mr. Rearden's pocket-book”—all eyes here turned on Rearden, who starts visibly—“and I found it in his room. It is covered with the name of Mr. Raymond, as if someone had been trying to copy his signature. But more than that, I to-day received confirmation of a suspicion I have long had, namely, that goods have been sent by Mr. Rearden to at least two customers, for which no money has been paid into the firm, and for which there is nothing to show in the books. This I can prove through one of the carmen and others.” He hesitated a moment, but added: “I hope, sir, you will forgive me for not speaking before, but I had only suspicions; and besides, I–I—have just married, and—but whatever risk I run I cannot stand and see one whom I believe innocent in almost every way taken to prison.” Joyce closed his excited and hurried speech with a defiant look at Rearden, and seemed very glad to have finished. This put an entirely new face on matters. Mr. Bradford looked at Rearden as if he would read his very heart; Mr. Weston was astounded, as well he might be, having been used to look upon Rearden as not only the smartest and keenest business fellow, but also the most honest one, he had ever met. Captain Grant continued a spectator of the little drama, muttering once to himself: “Repeating his old games, eh;” while to the pale cheeks of Elsie and Oliver, as they



stood side by side, came a little flush, like a herald of hope, and their eyes grew brighter.

Oliver Raymond was not the one who went with the policeman to prison. He spent that night beneath the roof of Daisy Villa, awake, yet dreaming; dreaming, yet awake.

Mr. Bradford, too, had his dreams-dreams of that Ogre, who had grinned and mocked in his face. And awaking, he seemed only to be dreaming still. Was it true? or was it all a fairy tale ? Had someone suddenly appeared from across the sea, strong enough to bind that monster in chains ? He looked round upon his room—the familiar walls and ceiling, and furniture, grown dear in the prospect of his being driven from them. No. It was real. Captain Grant had brought Elsie a fortune; Elsie had given it up for her uncle's use. wonder, O reader, if the strong man turned his face to the wall, and wept ?

Do you

General Baptist Gospel Mission and Preachers'

Justitute, London.*

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The second annual meeting was held at Westbourne Park Chapel, Oct. 8th. After tea J. Clifford, the President, took the chair, and W. J. Avery, as Secretary, made his statement. Classes were held (weekly) at Westbourne Park on thirty-four evenings during the past session, and out of a membership of thirty students there was an average attendance of fifteen. Lectures were given by J. Clifford on (1) “ Biblical Interpretation” and (2) “Preaching,” by Rev. R. P. Cook on English Composition,” and by Rev. J. Batey on “How and what to preach." Rev. G. W. M'Cree has conducted some Biblical studies, Dr. Burns has directed a comparative study of the Authorized and Revised Versions of 1 Timothy, and J. Clifford has introduced the critical reading of Dr. Miller's “Fetich in Theology.” The “sermon class” has also been continued with very great interest. An examination, conducted by Mr. A. H. Moore (Ealing), Revs. J. Fletcher, R. P. Cook, and G. W. M'Cree, has resulted thus :- Papers on the lectures, &c. : Mr. F. E. Miller (Westbourne Park), first prize; Mr. I. Tinkler (Crouch End), second prize. Sermons: Mr. F. E. Miller, first prize; Mr. F. Staniland (Westbourne Park), second prize; Mr. Staniland also taking the prize for "sermon outline.” With reference to the sermons, Mr. M'Cree reports :-"I can speak most highly of them. The men who prepared them must be individually marked by many of the best characteristics of good preachers.” The students have delivered upwards of sixty sermons at Crouch End Chapel, under the superintendence of Mr. Batey, and have rendered acceptable service to many other churches on Sundays. They have also conducted open-air preaching, and week-evening services in some of our chapels. Mr. James Whitford (Praed Street) has just passed out of the Institute into our College at Nottingham, and two or three other members are contemplating the same course.

Mr. Batey, the Treasurer, reported an income of £21 5s. 2d., whilst the expenditure (inclusive of £10 voted to the Crouch End Chapel Building Fund) has been £17 Os. 9d.

Addresses were given by Revs. Dr. Burns, W. Harvey Smith, and W. Bampton Taylor (Chesham); Messrs. R. Lacey, J. Lawrance, F. Staniland, and J. Tinkler (students).

It is now proposed to organize the Institute in connection with the Southern Conference according to the scheme printed on page 30 of the current General Baptist Year Book, and entitled “Local Preachers and the Conferences." It has hitherto been under the management of the London Ministers' Fraternal Association. Any Conference or Local Preachers' Association that desires further information as to the working of this “Institute,” will have it readily supplied on application to the Secretary.

* Cf. General Baptist Magazine, Nov. 1882, p. 427.

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THE village is situated four miles north of Nottingham, and one mile from Daybrook Station on the Great Northern Railway. The Chapel is 48% feet long, 39 feet wide, and 23% feet high to the ceiling. The walls are faced with copper-mould bricks, neatly pointed with white putty. The front windows have stone dressings, with label mould and blue brick band over same. The front door stands between stone pilasters, with moulded panels and moulded cornice above. The chapel is lighted by means of fourteen semicircular-headed windows. The front doors open into the vestibule, from which other doors conduct into the chapel. The platform stands in a recess at the far end of the chapel, being well lighted from the roof. There is a gallery across the front end, extending about thirteen feet into the chapel, being reached by means of two staircases from the vestibule. The woodwork generally is of best red deal; but the pulpit front and the gallery front are of pitch pine. The whole of the woodwork is stained and varnished. The chapel is lighted by means of three chandeliers from the ceiling, and by wall brackets under the gallery. Special care has been taken to insure efficient ventilation. The baptistry is immediately in front of the pulpit. Both the chapel and schools are heated by means of a hot-water apparatus, fitted with valves, so that both can be heated either separately or together. Behind the chapel two vestries are provided. The style of architecture adopted is free Italian. The chapel provides sitting accommodation for 350 persons. Cost: land, chapel, schools, furniture, etc., 32,400. Contractors: Messrs. Smith and Greaves of Arnold. Architect : John R. Swift of Arnold. The opening services of the chapel begin November 4th, those of the new . school being held July 8th. Messrs. R. F. Griffiths and J. Burton preached. On Monday, July 16, a free tea was given to the scholars to commemorate the event. A public tea was afterwards provided for teachers and friends. In the evening the Rev. J. J. Fitch preached. Collections, £11 11s.


A local paper says the building is a decided ornament to that part of the town, and the work has been consummately carried out by the contractors. Both externally and internally it has a very pleasing appearance, and it has been built to accommodate over eight hundred people, or about double the number of the old chapel. Internally it will be found that the acoustic properties are perfect, for the preacher may be distinctly heard in any part of the edifice. What is equally valuable is the fact that the preacher cannot be hidden from any member of the congregation, for in the chapel proper there is not a single pillar or column, the only pillars really being hidden in the screen which divides the vestibule from the actual interior. The seats are open and are comfortable, and each one is covered with a blue rug—a very pleasing change from the pitch-pine which has been used about the building. There are three galleries, with open fronts sloping inwards, and, though not apparently joined together, they are connected by means of porches. The chapel has been designed upon the basis of the English Gothic of the thirteenth century; necessarily modified, however, in many respects to suit the present nonconformist ritual, which differs so widely from that of the mediaeval church. Still, the characteristic details of that style have been preserved in windows, doorways, mouldings, and elsewhere, every part of which has received the personal attention of the architect, so that, it is said, a hundred and twenty separate drawings are required for a building of this description. The plan of the chapel is cruciform. The square die at the intersection of the nave and transepts is 32 feet on each side. The total internal length of the nave is 90 feet, and the breadth across the transepts is 75 feet. Externally the building is of red brick, with dressings of Ancaster stone and moulded brick, the roof being covered with Broseley tiles, fixed on with copper nails. The intersection of the roofs of nave and transepts is marked with a flèche of wood and tile, rising to a height of 90 feet above the pavement. On the front in New Street


there are, on the ground floor, four deeply-recessed windows, lighting the end vestibule and under the gallery, and above these a large tracery window, which finds its counterparts in similar windows in the gables of the transepts. The two principal entrances are each nine feet wide, besides which there are separate entrances to the staircases and the vestries: in all six separate external doorways, so that the means of egress are ample. Every door, which is closed during service, is made to open outwards, a precaution, the necessity for which was painfully exemplified by the accident at Sunderland. The staircases are of Robin Hood York stone, partly supported on iron carriages and arranged in short flights with no winders. The rise being easy, this form of staircase presents the best type for a public building. The landings are of iron and concrete. Passing to the inside of the chapel, we find several features of interest. Entering by the principal entrance we come into a spacious and very light vestibule paved with tiles, in which is inserted the text, “Praise waiteth for Thee, O God, in Zion.” This vestibule is separated from the body of the chapel by a screen of pitch-pine, glazed with clear plate-glass. Late comers (for such there are in every congregation), will find themselves comfortably accommodated in this vestibule and be able to see through the clear glass when they can, with the least disturbance, take their seat in the chapel; but, on the other hand, they will be at once detected should they disturb the congregation by talking or walking about. Passing through the screen we notice the pulpit platform and screen behind it, which are designed tout ensemble, with pitch-pine panel work of Gothic tracery and carving. Parts of this wood are remarkable for beauty of grain, resembling satinwood more than pitch-pine. It is intended to place the new organ on the top of this tracery screen, the woodwork of the organ case being already in its place on each side of a large tracery window. The seats nearest the pulpit are arranged in polygons round the preacher, and a very noticeable feature is that the floor slopes at both ends of the chapel and not only at the entrance end. This, the architect informed us, he had done in several other chapels in London and elsewhere with success, the object being to bring the preacher and congregation nearer together. It is, however, obviously an arrangement which cannot be carried out without very great care, otherwise the people in front would interfere with those behind. This fault, however, is not observable in the new chapel, as the architect has worked out this slope of the floor and the pitch of the galleries upon definite principles, based upon what is known as the late Mr. Scott Russell’s “isacoustic curve.” The result of this and other arrangements is that every person in the congregation can see and hear the preacher distinctly. The whole of the woodwork is executed in pitch-pine. The lower parts of the walls internally are of Cliff's glazed coloured bricks, and the upper parts of red brick. The windows are glazed with cathedral-tinted rolled plate-glass in leadwork of special designs, The ceiling is of a Gothic barrel shape, of white wood, with pitch-pine rib and mouldings. The gas lighting is affected by five “Taj” lamps pendant from the ceilings. These powerful lights are from the works of the well-known Mr. Sugg, of Westminster. The centre light is equal to 300 sperm candles, and the four others to 150 candles each. The lights under the galleries are also of Sugg’s patent. Warming is by low-pressure hot water, carried out under the architect’s direction by Messrs. Messenger and Co., of Loughborough, in such a manner that fresh air from the outside will be admitted to the building and warmed on its way. Care has been taken to provide efficient ventilation by means of vertical tubes and by the air shafts of the heating apparatus. There are, in addition, two powerful water-spray “CEolus” ventilators, similar to those used so successfully at the fisheries exhibition. The outlet for the heated air is provided by shafts in the roof, the principal shaft, situated in the flèche, being three feet six inches diameter. The architect is Mr. J. Wallis Chapman, of 11, Sutherland Gardens, Harrow Road, London, who has had a large experience in this class of work in London and in various parts of the country. The contractors for the whole of the works were Messrs. Lowe and Sons, and their own admirable work has been well enforced by that of other contractors who has been associated with them, viz., Messrs. Pickering for the plumbers’, painters’, and glaziers’ work, and Messrs. Mason for the carpenter and joiners' work (whose foreman, Mr. Rice, has helped materially by his care and skilled workmanship). The Committee was fortunate in securing the services of Mr.

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