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Our little Allie stands to-night
So close beside his grandma's chair,
And qestions her of various things—
Of earth, and sky, and everywhere,
And grandma answers o'er and o'er,
Her gentle patience never lost
Tho' oft it would be hard to tell
Which of the two is puzzled most.
Such mystic things he wants to know,
Olt times tco deep ibr her to show.
But patiently she tries to give
An answer to each question rare
His hand in one of her the while.
Her other smooths his ringlets fair.
At last he says, with earnest voice,
"Your little boy I'll always be
But, grandma, did you ever have
Another little boy like me
"No little boys said grandma then,
"Ah, me!—my little boys are men."
Deep hidden in the human heart
Are chords of wondrous harmony
And truer after many years
Their quick vibration seems to be
And Allie, thoughtlessly, has touched
A chord, whose muscle, sweet and low,
Thrills grandma's aged heart again
As in the days of long ago
When she could, with a mother's pride,
Three little boys call to her side.
Unheeded now are Allie's words
She sees again her children lair
Three little restless forms once more
Are standing close beside her chair,
And memory giveth back to her
Sweet echoes of the busied years.
The music of each childish voice
In eager questioning she hears—
Fond memories of that long ago,
With here and there a throb of woe.
For she can see the darkened roam,
A little figure robed in white,
Whose rounded limbs are stilled in death,
Whose eyes of blue are closed from sight.
Oh, that little grave beneath the trees
Which holds so much of light and joy!
Ah! who can tell what cherished hopes
Are buried with a baby boy
The years roll swiltly by—but yet,
A mother's heart can ne'er forget.
But now a shout from Allie breaks
The silenca, and her dreams are o'er
Which loves she most, the little boys
She used to love in days ot vore,
Or these two stalwart, bearded men
Who call her mother ?—sweetest name!
Ah! they're the boys that have grown tall
Yet love for them is just the same
And this was grandma's meaning when
She said, "My little boys are men."
And she's as proud of them to-night
As when they knelt beside her knee,
And lisped their prayers in childish faith
But ah! their number then was three,
Yet, of the little bey who died,
The one who left the home nest there,
Whose tiny grave is 'neath the trees,
She would not wish him back again—
Her treasure to the Giver given,
A link between her heart and heaven.
WHO MADE THE PROPOSAL?
From the Portland Sunday Times.
Dr. Gibson, having made an unpro
fessional visit to Mrs. .Kellicott, walk
ed down to the gate with her daught
Matty was 20 years old, and the
Doctor was 30. Her eyes were brown,
and his were gray. She "had on" a
pink calico dress and a white muslin
apron he wore clean, cool-looking lin
en clothes, and a wide Panama hat.
The gentleman admired the lady's
flowers very much, especially the
white roses,—one of which, by the
way, she had tucked under her right
ear. She inquired with considerable
show of interest about the Buggies
children, who had the measles. He
told her gravely all about Tommy and
Ben, Alice and Kit and, when he had
finished, a silence fell upon them.
Matty was leaning on the gate, look
ing down the village street. She
thought how funny it was for Mr.
Scott to paint his new house pea-green
with lavender trimmings, and was
about to say so to Dr. Gibson, when
he stopped her:
He said the very last thing she
would have expected to hear. He said:
"Matty, I love you, and want you to
The very look in the bright, brown
eyes would have told him, without a
single spoken word how thoroughly un
looked-for such a proposal had been.
She had never, in all the years she had
known Dr. Gibson, thought for a mo
ment of the possibility of his loving
her. She was very sorry, she told him,
but she didn't love him one bit, at
least in that way. But the tears came
into her eyes as she saw the quiet face
grow a trine pale.
"1 hardly believed you did care for
me," he went on after a pause. "But
I hoped you might yet learn to do it."
But—but—" said Matty, with em
barrassment, "I thought every one
knew I was engaged to mv cousin
"Your cousin Tom!" echoed the
Doctor. It was impossible to mistake
the impression that passed over his
face. It was not merely personal re
gret at the fact she announced, but an
impartial disapproval of the match.
He msrde no comment, however, but
"Matty, I shall never get over this—
I mean that I shall always love you,
and if you need a friend or protector
or—or any one,you'll come to me.won't
She promised, and held out her hand
to him. He shook it warmly, and said
"God bless you!" and left her hurried
Matty, still leaning on the wooden
gate, watched the retiring figure out
of sight. She was very quiet all day,
and in the evening propounded this
"Tom, what would you do if I would
Tom stroked his downy upper lip and
"Couldn't say," he replied, after
some moments of silence. ««You might
try and see."
"Perhaps I will," she replied more
soberly than the occasion seemed to
warrant. Tom stared very hard at
her but immediatety forgot the inci
Nearly a year passed. One day Mrs.
Kellicott's "help" rushed frantically
into Dr. Gibson's house, and breath
lessly announced that "Mr. Tom would
be deader'n a door nail long before he
got there, if he didn't jump." For
two seconds, thinking of him as his
rival in Mattie's affections, the Doctor
had half a mind to consign him to the
tender mercies of good, stupid old Dr.
Wells but his better nature prevailed,
and he started for Mrs. Kellicott Vat
the very heels of the servant girl.
When he arrived he found Tom in a
high fever, and delirious. He pro
nounced it a severe case of typhoid
fever, and privately added adoubtthat
he would recover. He sent to his own
house for changes of clothing.prepared
to devote himself to the sick man.
Mattie too, was unwearied in her work,
and, being much in Tom's room, conse
quently saw the Doctor almost con
stantly. He and his patient presented
a marked contrast to each other. The
latter was captious and peevish to an
unheard of degree, and talked almost
incessantly of some unknown being
named Kate. On the other hand Dr.
Gibson was so patient and gentle, so
strong and helpful, doing so much for
Tom, and yet not forgetting one of his
accustomed duties, that Matty opened
her eyes in astonishment.
One morning, as the Doctor prepared
a sleeping draught for somebody, and
dictated to Matty a prescription for
somebody else, she said with real so
"Dr. Gibson, you will certaintly kill
yourself if you keep on at this rate
and 'tis my belief that you are over
worked, and you ought to take a good
"Do I appear to be at death's door
he,inquired, straightening up, and
squaring his shoulders, as if proud of
his proportions. "No, Matty," he con
tinued solemnly, though with a merry
twinkle in the honest eyes, "work, as
Mrs. Bowers frequently remarks, is a
pannaky." Matty understood him and
At last Tom was pronounced out of
danger, and now the doctor felt that
he must remove himself and his be
longings from Mrs. Kellicott's house
to his own. Matty, hidden by the
honeysuckle-vines, over the piazza,
watched him go and cried a little.
The morning after, Tom and Matty
sat on the piazza he reading, or pre
tending to read, while she sewed dili
gently. Neither uttered a word for
more than half an hour.
Presently Matty shook out the mus
lin cap she was making, and laid it on
her work-box, put her little silver
thimble aside, and dropped her hands,
one over the other, into her lap. Then
she looked up.
Tom was staring straight at her.
She colored violently, and so, for that
matter, did he.
"Tom," she began, "don't be angry.
Oh, do forgive me!" She paused, try
ing to think how she could tell him
softly but she went on bluntly, "I
want to end our engagement."
"So do I," rejoined he, with difficul
ty suppressing a whistle. Then both
burst into a hearty laugh.
"You see, Mat," said Tom when he
could speak, "I love some one else."
Matty appeared to be taken quite by
surprise at his declaration.
"But I couldn't help it, indeed I
couldn't. She is—"
"She is a young lady whose name is
Kate, and her eyes are the blackest,
and her cheeks the reddest, and she
sings «Under the Stars' with guitar ac
companiment," rattled Matty all in a
It was Tom's turn to stare, "Where
did you find all this out he asked.
"My dear little bird, etc. I think
I'll go and write to my future cousin
and off she ran glad to escape the ques
tions which she feared he might pro
"But you haven't told me—" he
called after her.
"And never shall," she returned,
whisking into her own room.
In less than an hour she had recon
ciled her mother to Fate's decree, and
written to Miss Kate Spencer, and per
suaded Tom to write also, and had
done much towards informing the
whole village of her altered prospects.
In due time Tom was married.Matty
officiating as first bridesmaid.
Matty, after the excitement of
Tom's weeding, bethought herself
what she should do. There were her
summer dresses to be made up, her
music scholars to attend to, the sew
ing circle and the flowers but these
occupied neither all her time nor
thoughts. There ought to have been
Dr, Gibson, too, she could not help
thinking but that gentleman, instead
of falling at her feet as soon as he
heard she was free, paid her no more
attention than before. She waited for
him in growing wonder and worry, an
eternity,—two weeks,—and then took
measures to bring him to his senses.
She employed only recognized and
ladylike means, however. She began
by flirting a little with different' gen
There was Will Ellis. This young
gentleman had offered himself to our
heroine, on an average, four times a
year, ever since she was 15. She had
invariably refused him, decidedly and
emphatically but they were the best
of friends in the world. She now told
him in so many words, that she would
accept all the attention he would offer
her during the next week, taking care
to remember that this singular decla
ration proceeded not from any special
regard for him, but was made in pur
suance of some occult design on her
part. Forthwith the pair embarked
on what seemed to be the stormiest
flirtation Skinnersville ever saw. In
the long morning they drove or rowed
together they dined at Mrs. Kelli
cott's, and immediately after sallied
forth on some other excursion. Both
were excellent equestrians, and Matty
gloried in galloping over hill and dale,
on one of Will's handsome horses.
(Will, by-the-by, was the son of a rich
man.) Then they drank an early tea
on the veranda and spent the evening
at the piano or in reading. At the
hour of O, Matty always sent Will
home, without a particle of ceremony
or regret at his departure. In short,
what appeared to Skinnersville as a
serious courtship was, in reality, a
pure business matter, and so under
stood between the two parties to it.
This state of affairs continued for a
week or so during which time the
Doctor ignored Matty's existence,
except as she was the daughter of his
dear friend, Mrs. Kellicot. And all the
time the girl was raging inwardly at
her quondam suitor.
"Why can't he ask me at once
again she queried, mentally "I am
sure he loves me, and any one might
see that I love him but I cau't, and I
suppose I shall be an old maid."
But the Doctor was not to blame. A
man of the world would have seen
through Matty's stratagem, but he did
not he imagined that she was either
trying to drown her disappointment
at losing Tom, or had really decided to
marry the enamored Will.
The truth occurred to Matty at last.
She could hardly believe such stupidity
existed in the mind of a man but she
determined to try what modest and
retiring behavior would effect. She
dismissed Will, and became, to all out
ward resemblances, a little nun. Still
no advance on the Doctor's part. He
came and went constantly to the house,
however. Matty gave up all hope,
finally, of ever coming to better under
standing with him, when something
Dr. Gibson dropped in one morning
when Mrs. Kellicot sat sewing on the
pleasant veranda in the cool, refresh
"You musn't come here," she called,
as he tied his horse to the hitching
post. "My work requires my undivid
ed attention besides, you'll step on
the ruffles. You may go and help
Matty, if you like."
That young woman was making pies
in the kitchen. She saw the doctor
coming round the corner of the house,
gave a hurried glance at the bright
bottom of a tin pan she was holding,
found herself presentable, and greeted
him composedly. She was very glad
to see him, she said. Wouldn't he
No, he wouldn't come in, the day
was so beautiful. He would just
stand on the little brick pavement
under the window, and lean over the
sill. So there he stood under the
grape-vine trellis, with a little golden
sunshii'.e falling over his hair and
shoulders. Matty observed that he
looked thoroughly unloverlike, and
concluded that he didn't intend to pro
pose. She also noticed a rip in his
coat, and wondered who would mend
it for him.
Someway the talk veered round
from the weather to woman's rights.
Matty, on this, spoke up.
She didn't at all believe in the sec
ond-hand influence which reached the
ballot-box through the agency of hus
bands or brothers. "When I vote,"
she said, "I want to march to the polls
and put in my own vote my own self."
"What a pretty spectacle you'd
make, Matty, with that rolling-pin in
your hand, and—"
"I'm not at all sure I want to vote,"
she interrupted. "But I would like to
make some laws, that's all."
"Well, you might petition the Leg
islature," suggested the Doctor grave
"Oh, they're not legal ^aws»
cial customs and usages. I'll tell you
what I mean." She laid the rolling
pin aside, with an emphatic bang,
placed her floury arms akimbo, looked
very earnest and determined, and
quite regardless of the fact that she
and Dr. Gibson were in love with each
other. "Now, at a party, when a lady
sits in a stuff-chair all the evening,
not dancing, simply because she hasn't
any partner, and can't ask any one, oh,
you know, Dr. Gibson, you know—"
"How it is myself," interpolated he.
"How it was at Mrs, Campbell's the
other night' If I had been Anna Rad
cliffe, or Dora Coliard, I'd have asked
some of you men to dance with me."
"Then you think women should have
the privilege of asking for whatever
they wish," he retorted, with a smile.
She answered that she thought just
"Well, Matty, I quite agree with
you. I not only think they should
have this right in such a case as you
mention, but in more serious affairs.
For instance, women might, with per
fect propriety, make proposals of mar
Now, such an idea had never enter
ed Matty's little head, and she seized
the sugar-box with great embarrass
ment. The Doctor went on, with much
"I am aware that it would be a very
unconventional proceeding, and I am
afraid that no woman will ever be
wise enough to take the initiative
and yet I am persuaded that in many
instances it would be the most natural
and beautiful thing she could do."
He was looking unconsciously up at
the blue sky shining through the fila
gree work of vine-leaves above him.
It was evident he was thinking in the
abstract only, but a faltering little
"Dr. Gibson'' recalled him to the con
crete. And there stood Matty, smil
ing, blushing, dimpling, ready to ex-
tinguish herself in her brown gingham
"Dr. Gibson, I like you ever so
much!" she faltered, bravely, but
The Doctor jumped through an open
windowMand made his proposal over
A N E E N S I E A I N
A Banian Story.
At the time when the first open
court of law was established in Russia
a lady, dressed with the utmost ele
gance, was walking on the Moscow
promenade, leaning upon her husband's
arm, and letting the long train of her
rich dress sweep the dust and dirt of
A young officer, coming up hastily
from a side street, was so careless as
to catch one of his spurs in the lady's
train, and in an instant a great piece
was torn out of the costly but fraie
material of the dress.
"I beg a thousand pardons, madam,''
said the officer, with a polite bow and
then was about passing on, when he
was detained by the lady's husband.
"You have insulted my wife."
"Nothing was further from my in
tention, sir. Your wife's long dress
is to blame for the accident, Which I
sincerely regret, and I beg you once
more to receive my apologies for any
carelessness on my part." Thereupon
he attempted to hasten on.
"You shall not escape so," said the
lady, with her head thrown back in a
spirited way. "To-day is the first
time I have worn this dress, and it
cost me two hundred rubles, which
you must make good."
"My dear madam, I beg you not to
detain me. I am obliged to go on duty
at once. As to the two hundred ru
bles—I really cannot help the length
of your dress, yet I beg your pardon
for not having been more cautious."
"You shall not stir, sir. That you
are obliged to go on duty is nothing to
us. My wife is right the dress must
be made good."
The officer's face grew pale.
"You force me to break through the
rules of the service, and I shall receive
"Pay the two hundred rubles and
you are free."
The quickly changing color in the
young man's face betrayed how in
wardey disturbed he was but step
ping closely to them both, he said,
with apparent self-command:—"You
will renounce your claim when I tell
you that I am a—a—poor man, who
has nothing to live on but his officer's
pay, and the amount of that pay hard
ly reaches the sum of two hundred ru
bles in a whole year. I can, therefore,
make no amends for the misfortune,
except by again begging your pardon."
"Oh! anybody could say all that but
we'll see if it's true we'll find out if
you have nothing but your pay. I de
clare myself not satisfied with your ex
cuses and I demand my money," per
sisted the lady, in the hard voice of a
thorough unfeeling woman.
"That is true—you are right," the
husband added, dutifully supporting
her. "By good luck we have the open
court just now in session. Go with us
before the judge and he will declare
All further protestation on the offi
cer's part that he was poor, that he
was expected on duty, etc., did not
help matters. Out of respect for his
uniform and to avoid an open scene,he
had to go with them to the court-room,
Avhere the gallery was densely packed
with a crowd of people.
After waiting some time, the lady
had leave to bring her complaint.
"What have you to answer to this
complaint?" said the judge, turning
to the officer, who seemed embarassed
and half in despair.
"On the whole, very, little. As the
lateness of the hour and being on duty,
compelled rne to hurry, I did not no
tice this lady's train, which was drag
ging on the ground. I caught one of
my spurs in it, andhad the misfortune
to tear the dress. Madam would not
receive my excuses, but perhaps now
she might find herself more disposed
to forgiveness when I again declare, so
help me God, that I committed this
awkward blunder without any mis
chievous intention, and I earnestly
beg she will pardon me."
A murmur ran through the gallery,
evidently from the people taking sides
with the defendant, and against long
trains in general and the lady in par
The Judge called to order and asked,
"Are you satisfied with the defend
"Not at all satisfied. I demand two
hundred rubles in payment for my
"Defendant, will you pay this
"I would have paid it long before
this had I been in a position to do so.
Unfortunately, I am poor. My pay as
an officer is all I have to live on."
"You hear, complainant, that the
defendant is not able to pay the sum
you demand of him. Do you still wish
the complainant to stand
An unbroken stillness reigned
throughout the hall, and the young of
ficer's breath could be heard coming
"I wish it to stand. The law shall
give me my rights."
^There ran through the rows of
people a murmur of indignation that
sounded like a rushing of water.
"Consider, complainant, the conse
quences of your demand. The de
fendant can be punished only through
being deprived of his personal liberty,
and by that you could obtain no satis
faction while to the defendant it
might prove the greatest injury in his
rank and position as an officer, and influence to get me appointed
especially as he is an officnr who is marfai. ti,« W W A
especially as he is an officu who is
poor and dependent upon his pay.
Do you still insist upon your com
"I still insist upon it."
Thecourse affairs were taking seemed
to have become to the lady's husband.
He spoke with his wife urgently but,
as could be seen by the way she held
up her head and the energy with
which she shook it, quite uselessly.
The judge was just going on to a
further consideration of the case,
when aloud voice was heard from the
"I will pay two hundred rubles at
the service of the defendent."
There followed a silence, during
which a gentleman forced his way
through the crowd and placed himself
by the young officer's side.
"Sir, I am the Prince W and
beg you will oblige me by accepting
the loan of the two hundred rubles in
"Prince, I am not worthy of your
kindness, for I don't know "if I shall
ever be able to pay the loan," answer
ed the young man in a voice tremu
lous with emotion.
"Take the money at all events. I
can wait until you are able to return
it." Thereupon the prince held out
two notes of a hundred rubles each
and coming close up to him, whispered
a few words very softly. There was a
sudden lighting up of the officer's face.
He immediately took the two notes
and turning toward the lady, handed
them to her with a polite bow.
"I hope, madam, that you are sat
With a malicious smile she reached
out her hand for the money.
"Yes now I am satisfied."
With a scornful glance over the
crowd of spectators, she prepared to
leave the courtroom on her husband's
"Stop, madam," said the officer,
who suddenly became like another
man, with a firm and confident man
"What do you want?"
The look which the young woman
cast upon him was as insulting as pos
"I want my dress," he answered,
with a slight, but still perfectly polite
"Give me your address, and I will
send it to you."
"Oh, no my dear madam. I am in
the habit of taking my purchases with
me at once. Favor me with the dress
A shout of approbation came from
"Order," cried the Judge.
"What an insane demand," said the
lady's husband. My wife cannot un
dress herself here."
"I have nothing to do with you, sir,
in this matter, but only with the com
plainant. Be so good, madam, as to
give me the dress immediately. I
am in a great hurry, my affairs are
urgent, and I cannot wait a moment
The pleasure of the audience at the
expense of the lady increased at every
word, until it was hard to enforce any
approach to quiet, so that either par
ty could be heard.
"Do not jest any more about it. I
will hurry, and send you the dress as
soon as possible."
"I am not jesting. I demand from
the representative of the law my own
property—that dress," said the officer,
raising his voice.
The judge, thus appealed to, decided
"The officer is right, madam. You
are obliged to hand over the dress on
"I can't undress myself before all
these people and go home without any
dress on," said the young woman,with
anger and tears.
"You should have thought of that
sooner. Now you have no time to lose.
Either give up the dress of your owna c
eord,or"a—nod that could not be misin
terpreted brought to the lady's side
two officers of justice, who seemed
about to take upon themselves the
office of my lady's maid.
"Take your money back and leave
me my dress."
"Oh, no, madam that dress is now
worth more than two^hundred ruble
"How much do you ask for it
"Two thousand rubles," said the
"I will pay the sum," the weeping
lady's husband responded, promptly.
"I have here five hundred rubles.
Give me pen and paper and I will
write an order upon my banker for the
remaining fifteen hundred."
After he had written the draft the
worthy pair withdrew, amidst hisses
from the audience.
An Overanxious Man.
From the Detroit Free Press.
He was around yesterday afternoon
inquiring after "the latest," and he
looked so hard up and knocked about
that many wondered what possible
benefit a political victory could be to
him. When they made bold to ask
him he replied
"Well, you see, my brother Bill is
fishing for the office of Secretary of
"He is, eh
"Yes, sir and if he gets it he will
get brother Sam appointed Revenue
"And then Sam will get the old man
"And the old man will get my broth
er-law on as a letter-carrier."
"And my brother-in-law will use his
master off the WesternT District, and
then the whole family will walk around
in clover knee-high. You see how
much depends upon this thing. How's
The camel is the beast of burden
most used in the steppes of Central
Asia, and is sometimes harnessed to
baggage-wagons, and also to the taran
lass, the Russian vehicle for the car
riage of travelers. Mr. Schuyler, had
during his journey in Turkistan, some
experience in the employment of the
animal as a substitute for the horse,
but did not gain from the trial a very
high respect for the virtues of the
beast. He writes, with a good deal of
feeling: "It is no doubt very fine to
speak of camels as'ships of the desert,'
and use other poetical expressions for
them but practically they are the most
disagreeable, unpleasant animals that
I have seen. Ungainly, unamible, and
disgusting in odor, they seem to be a
sort of cross between a cow and a cass
owary. Seen in the distance, they
make one think of a big over-grown
ostrich, with their clawjfeet and big
necks, which they turn aBout so as al
ways to observe everything which
comes by, and stare at you with their
big, vacant eyes until you have passed
fully out of sight. They seem to stand
cold very well, although they will take
cold and die if allowed to lie down in
the snow. Hence, during the winter
their bodies is wrapped up in felt,
which, when taken off in the spring,
carries most of the hair with it, and
they look entirely naked.
If they get an "idea into their heads
that the road is long, or the weight
too heavy, or that some part of the
harness is wrong, they commence to
howl, It is not exactly a groan or a
cry. but a very human, shrill, and
disagreeable sound and this they
never cease—they keep it up from the
time they start until they reach their
destination, varying their perform
ances by occasionally kneeling down
and refusing to advance or, if they
do go on.holding back in such a manner
as to make progress all the slower.
In this case there is nothing to do but
to unfasten the animal, turn him loose,
and tie his legs together, when he
will begin to browse aoout, poking the
snow away with his nose, and his
driver will find him when he comes
back. Camels are much too stupid
to go home, as anyother animal would
but they will continue to walk on in
the same direction their faces are
turned, without even thinking of
master, or stable, or anything else.
They are very revengful, and in the
spring season, the males are very often
dangerous. Mauy instances are known
where they have bitten persons to
death, and they then have to be
carefully muzzled. There was one
comfort to be got out of them, not
withstanding their walk was so quiet
and sauntering, that, in the morning,
when it was not to cold, we could read
with ease in the carriage, as there was
not motion enough to jolt the book.
In this way we got through 'Middle
march,' some books on Central Asia,
and the whole of the Koran, to say
nothing of spelling through Tartar
exercises, and trying each other, as
we went along, in pronuciation and
Tbe Little Door-Eeeper.
"Let's play clap out," cried Julia
I'll be door-keeper."
"No, I," "I," "I," chorused several
"I will count up and see who," said
Bell Green, with authority. Bell was
one of the older girls from the back
seat, and no one ventured to dispute
her. So she began the little ditty,and
at the word out her finger pointed
to Julia, so her chance was gone the
very first thing.
"I don't care!" said Julia, angrily,
flinging herself out of the line, "I
proposed the game, and it's not fair to
count up. You are the meanest girls I
ever saw, so there and she walked
out of the yard, shutting the gate
after her very hard. Straight to Aunt
Amy she went with her story.
"I wish my dear little Julia could be
a door-keeper all the day long," said
"There, I knew you would think they
were hateful to me," cried Julia then,
catching sight of the expression on
Aunt Amy's face, she added in a dif
ferent tone, "Oh, dear! I know there's
a verse coming. I never did see any
body so full of the Bible as you are
"I wasjust thinking of David's pray
er," she said. 'Set a watch, O Lord,
before my mouth keep the door of
('There she comes," said Myra
Wells, a few minutes later, and she
called out, "Here, Julia, you may have
my place I don't care."
No, thank you," she answered,
pleasantly, "I have found some other
door-keeping to do."
And so through that day, and many
days to come, whenever she was angry
she kept the door of her lips shut so
carefully that the wicked, impatient
words could not get out, and all the
girls wondered to see her grown so
gentle and lovable. And best of all, I
think the gates, too have lifted up
their heads, and the King of Glory has
The sight of a hearse driven through
one of the streets of Bulington, Vt.,
lately, with a half bushel of cucum
bers on top was painfully suggestive!
It is but seldom so striking an exam
ple ef cause and effect is seen.