“No,” was the surly answer; “I don’t know, and don’t care.” But Mr. Moody interested him, and before leaving town told the carpenter’s wife that her husband would be converted. Said he: “I’ll be passing through here in two days on the train. Won’t you signal me if he has come into the light?” When the time came he had the joy of seeing the woman standing on the porch of her house, which stood near the track, excitedly waving a large white tablecloth. An overzealous critic, who was not an overactive