Where accidents end and providence begins is an open question. A boy in Decatur, Illinois, was deeply interested in photography. He answered an ad in a magazine and sent in his twenty-five cents for a book that told all about photography. The publishers, however, made a mistake; instead of sending the book he had ordered, they sent him "A Manual on Magic, Mind-reading and Ventriloquism." The section on ventriloquism fascinated the young Swedish lad, and he began practicing the art of "throwing his voice." You have heard of him. He created a wooden dummy to whom, at one time, more people listened on Sunday night than to all the preachers on the continent. Whether the blunder that made Charlie McCarthy can be classified as providential will depend somewhat on your point of view, hut it does illustrate the element of accident on which life so often turns.