A True Story

The fullowing old story lias been publiahed herctofore in these columns, bilt (Jhaplain McCabe sends t to the Ínter Ucean in a little different font), and recommenda it to the socialista for perusil : A young man sat late at niht in i rum saloon. He wasspeoding liis mooev there, drinking and amblinjí. AsbamSd to go home ti his wronged family, he Hti_' red after al] the rest had retired. " 1 wish he would go," said the rurnsellcr's wifo. "Lethim alone," said her husbaod, "he helps to shingle our roof For us." Theyoung man lieard the remark. A sense of his degradatioo canae over liim; he aróse, left that saloon forever, went home to his family, and the next Sabbath he went wilh ihem to the hou -e of God. He was con verted, jeiped the cliureii, in 1 became a good, trne man. Months afterward he met the saloon keeper on the street. "Why don'tyou come a round any more?" be said : "Ah," said tho j-ouiij? woikingman, " I shingle my own roof dow. " The churchofthe Lord Jesna !a teaching rnany poor slaves of sin how to find liberty frora the bondage of Satan, and then tliey soon learn how to " shiuglo their own roofs." Is the church to et no credit for thia prevention of poverty '! Is the man who takog a single basket into the abode of poverty to be cornmended so fnr above the man who, by mighty prevailing prayer, rescues a sou! ('rom. death, and provides, meanwhilo, Cor a long procession of' bankets borne by loving hands to the happy circle of dependent ones? The only way to pcrmanently cure poverty of humanity is to cure its sin.