would not go to his partner and offer him any terms that Mr. Carter thought right and reasonable. He went and was very kindly received, and the two talked over the matter pleasantly for a time, and there seemed good prospect of the affair being amicably settled, when suddenly Mr. D. started to his feet, exclaiming, “You don’t know my partner, Mr. Carter. He is a bad man, and I would not settle this matter if you offered me fifty thousand dollars.” “I have no fifty thousand to offer.” And the interview ended. Years passed, and one day Mr. D. entered Mr. Carter’s store, and sought a private conversation with him. He told him that he felt himself to be a changed man, that he realized the worldliness of all his former life, and that the night before he had gone up to the altar of the Methodist Church which he attended, and that he believed himself converted. “I came to you this morning, because I knew how glad you would be.” Mr. Carter rejoiced with him, and then said: “It is your duty to be reconciled to your brother, You remember on what terms you parted with Mr. B. Will you not seek reconciliation with him?” “That is all settled. I went to see him after church last night. He came down greatly surprised to hear that I was there, I asked his forgiveness, and we fell into each other’s arms, and shed tears together. All that breach is healed.” “Since you parted,” Mr. Carter said, “you have been prosperous, while your old partner has been unsuccessful. Could you not find him some opening in business?” “I will do my best to find him one.”
Mr. Carter had many such incidents in his intercourse with his compeers in business. As he went he preached, sometimes audibly, but always by his life. A friend writes of him:—
