collisions-rear-end collisions, which only can occur on these roads. At night the same system is successfully operated by different colored lights, and hence, as the only obstructions on the track can come from trains running in the same direction ahead, an engineer, can by noticing the signals, always tell if the road is clear to a certain point. With the "Empire State Express" everything must be out of the way fifteen minutes before it is due. This system avoids the possibility of misinterpreting telegraphic orders and the like, which usually causes the most disastrous wrecks, resulting in great loss of life and property.

As stated, we slowed up three times to scoop water. This is accomplished by a tank some twelve hundred feet long and about twenty inches wide, it being situated in the centre of the track and filled with water. When water is needed, and while the engine is passing over one of these troughs, a scoop, slanting in the direction the train is going, is lowered from the tender, and the speed of the train forces the water up this scoop-pipe and drops it over into the tank. From three thousand five hundred to four thousand gallons are thus taken up in about one-half of a minute, and the train speeds on its way.

The tender once loaded with coal lasts the entire trip down with the "Empire Express," and in making the round trip, about three hundred miles in all, seven tons of coal are used. The fireman is kept busy feeding the furnace which eats up the large lumps of coal as if they were of some immaterial substance. The same engine makes the trip every day-that is, the company gets about a three-hundred-mile trip each day out of their engines; but there are two sets of engineers and firemen, who take turn about every other day. On coming down, as going up, the bell must not be rung, nor the whistle blown, while traversing the distance of fifteen or twenty miles in entering New York, thereby not disturbing the nerves of the citizens living along the line. In conclusion, I will say that there is perhaps nothing more exciting and thrilling than a ride on a real, live (?), bounding, struggling, snorting locomotive, and especially the one that pulls the fastest and most famous train in all the world-"The Empire State Express."

FOR THE SALVATION OF SOULS.

A STORY IN TWO PARTS.

BY NEPHI ANDERSON, AUTHOR OF "ADDED UPON," "A YOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF THE CHURCH," ETC.

PART SECOND.

No power or influence can or ought to be maintained by virtue of the Priesthood, only by persuasion, by long suffering, by gentleness, and by love unfeigned;

By kindness and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy and without guile.

Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost, and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love towards him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;

That he may know that thy faithfulness is stronger than the cords of death.-Doc. and Cov. Sec. 121.

The stake superintendency and aids of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Associations met each week in an upper room at the home of the superintendent. There they talked over the affairs of the associations and planned for their best interests. Their meetings began with the singing of a hymn, then they drew their chairs in a circle and by them knelt and offered up their prayers to God. Reports of visits to associations were given, suggestions offered, and then the next week's lesson was recited from the manual. Sometimes there were special meetings, as was the case the evening when the missionary representing the General

Board laid before the officers his instructions to them regarding the system of local missionary work.

That evening the superintendent spoke earnestly of the work of improvement among the young men of Zion. "Right in our own fair city the enemy of righteousness has planted another stronghold in the shape of a saloon, whereby to bring our young to destruction. I tell you, brethren, our responsibility is great, and we have plenty of work before us. I believe this system of quiet, private missionary work will result in much good. Let us take hold with a will, put our hearts into it as much as we did when doing missionary work in the world, and God will bless us and give us souls for our reward."

At the next regular meeting it was decided that each of the stake officers be given the name of a young man that needed laboring with. Seven names were written on seven slips of paper and then distributed to the best advantage. The name on one of the slips they all shrank from.

"Brethren," said the superintendent, "we all appreciate the difficulty of this brother's case. I have been thinking which of us would likely have the most influence over him and have conIcluded that Brother Acton should take this name."

So William Acton put the slip of paper in his pocket, and said he would do his best. Written on that paper was the name of Harrison Ware.

From that evening Will Acton began to study Harrison Ware. He knew he had no easy task, so he prayed much for assistance. Harrison was perhaps five years older than Will. They were not very intimate, as they lived in different wards, so Will went out of his way to and fro from his work to step into Harrison's grocery store to purchase some article and have a chat with him.

By careful inquiry Will learned fairly well Brother Ware's spiritual condition. He had nearly ceased going to meetings. During the year past, he had two credit marks on the records of the Seventies' quorum. He had never joined the Mutual, though he had visited the meetings a number of times shortly after the missionaries had visited him last year. Then Will tried to ascertain where Harrison's interest lay, and that was no hard task. Harrison Ware was aspiring to be a leading politician in his ward.

He would rather talk politics than sell groceries. Will studied him along this line, and had many chats with him upon political principles and party candidates. In time, the missionary concluded that the strong hand of party power had Brother Ware in its grasp, and was fast squeezing out of him all interest for anything else. Even his religion, for which he had sacrificed much, gave way to the demands of this partisanship.

One evening, Will saw Brother Ware's oldest son, a lad of about fifteen, enter the corner saloon. The boy did not stay long, but it was enough to give the missionary a chance. Next day Will called and asked if he could have a talk with Brother Ware. "Certainly, come right in, Brother Acton," and he led the way into the office.

"What I wanted to tell you was that I saw your boy George go into the saloon last night. I thought as a parent you would like to know."

"George is a little wild I know, but I had no idea that he frequented the saloon. I am much obliged to you, Brother Acton, for letting me know. I will speak to him about it."

"How is it, does he attend the Mutual Improvement meetings?"

"Not as he ought to. I can't get him interested, and then, there's Bishop Wild's boys, you know. They lead him off and you can't expect "

"But, dear brother, don't you think a little example from his father in that line would help?"

The grocer laughed. "Well, perhaps it would; but, you see, I haven't the time. Besides, the president of our association is a little cranky and-"

"Look here, Brother Ware, we're all 'cranky' on some things, even the best of us are."

"Yes; you're right there. The best of us are. I suppose you heard President Blank's sermon at the Tabernacle last Sunday?" What did you think of it?"

"Yes; and I saw you there. "It was all bosh, mere bosh. tice that doctrine; and I actually day—"

Why, he himself doesn't pracheard of an apostle the other

"Well, I'll have to be going," interrupted Will, and he left the

store. A certain oppressive feeling always came over him after listening to such fault-finding. It made him miserable, and he did not enjoy the experience. Had he not been on a mission, he certainly would have kept outside the circle of such an influence.

"I've underrated my task," thought Will, as he walked home. "Brother Ware is already far in the dark. When a man finds fault with every officer of The Church from the teacher on his block up, then I pity him. There certainly can't be much sunshine in his own life. Poor Brother Ware, what can I do to help him?"

Harrison Ware did not respond to the invitations to attend the association meetings. Will thought he became more bitter at every talk he had with him. In their meetings some of the officers reported some glowing successes, but Will's was not encouraging. He had a mind to give up, but his brethren would hot hear of it. "The harder the battle, the greater the prize," they said.

One day, Will Acton brought with him an interesting account of some missionary experiences in the Eastern States. Brother Ware received Will coldly, bordering on rudeness; but the missionary was not to be daunted. He got out his paper and showed him the article.

"You spent over two years in that locality, didn't you?"
"Yes."

"I thought you would be interested in the account." "Well, I'm not very;" and he went on arranging some goods on the shelf.

They were alone in the store, and Will began reading the article aloud. The merchant listened, and presently came and sat on the counter. As the reading proceeded, Will could see the interest brighten in the listener's face. The missionary had found a tender spot upon which he could make an impression, and the discovery gave him renewed courage. He left Brother Ware looking over the paper the second time.

A few days after, as Will called at the grocery store, he was greatly surprised to see the blinds down, and a strange name in the window as assignee. Harrison Ware had failed. A great pity welled up in his heart. He thought of Brother Ware's three boys and their neglected condition. (Brother Ware's wife had died four years ago.) The grocer had lately been seen visiting the