ONE day in Maryborough, Australia, a man called at the house where I was staying—one of the finest looking men I ever saw. He had a splendid head, broad, high, dome-like forehead, overhanging eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a stalwart frame. He said: "What have you against me?" I said: "What do you mean? I don't know that I ever saw you before." He said: "This is what I mean. I am not a Christian, and make no pretensions to being a Christian; but I claim to be a man leading a moral, upright life, doing my duty by my fellow men in all the relations of life as far as I understand it. But I have not accepted Christ, and don't profess to accept Him. Now, what have you against me?" I said: "I have this against you. Jesus Christ is your King by divine appointment. You say you have not accepted Him. You have rejected Him." I looked into those piercing eyes; they looked into mine. I said: "I charge you, sir, with high treason against heaven's King." A dark look came over the man's face. Without a word he rose to his feet, passed out of the room, and out over the lawn without looking around.
Days, weeks, and months passed. We had gone to Tasmania, and had come back to Australia, and were in Ballarat. One day at the close of an afternoon meeting in Ballarat, that same man with the piercing eyes came to me and said: "I have come way down from Maryborough to tell you that you shall never again charge me with high treason against heaven's King." He held out a powerful hand, and I put mine into it. He said: "Down!" and down we sank on our knees, and he handed in his allegiance to heaven's King, Jesus Christ.—Anon.