It was on a railway train, in the smoking car. He did not think there was any one on the train who knew him; so, cautiously pulling from his pocket a meerschaum pipe, he carefully filled it with tobacco and struck a match. Not many minutes elapsed before there came some one passing tracts through that car. He was a Christian, took an active part in his church work, but he did love to quietly take his smoke. It seemed as tho he could not help it, altho he thought many times he would stop this bad example. As the tract was put into his hand, he jumped quickly, thrust the pipe under the curtain by the window, and said, upon seeing the worker a little later: “So very glad you are doing this work. I wish you God-speed.” But the telltale smoke was curling up by the curtain, and when he was asked if that was his, with a great deal of confusion and mortification he admitted it was. He did not know anybody on the train knew him; he did not calculate to do any harm; he only hoped to have a little quiet enjoyment of this favorite habit. How easy it is for us to think that there is no one around who knows us if we are in a strange place; and yet how hard it is for any of us to hide! Go where we will, there is sure to be some one who has seen or heard of us before; and, above all, the sharp, ever-watchful eye of the great God is watching every act. How foolish for us to think that we can indulge in some weakness in a quiet way and no one will be hurt or hindered! Whatever we are doing, let it be possible for us to do it in the light, being able to ask God’s blessing upon it.—Union Gospel News.