A pastor tells of a talk he once had with an artist over the unsatisfactoriness of the pictured faces of Christ. In reply, the artist took up a crayon and rapidly sketched the picture of a woman with a broom in one hand and a lighted candle in the other, and a look of intense anxiety on her face.

"It is a fine representation of the woman seeking for the lost bit of silver," said the pastor.

"You do not understand my picture," was the quick response. "That is my conception of the Christ."

Ah, what a conception! A searching Christ! Seeking in dark, dusty corners for His own!--Sopie B. Titterington.