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him well. He sent him, the day after this
rehearsal, to inquire .how Morreil was.
The servant who answered the bell took
the boy up stairs to see Mrs. Morreil.He
could hear her talking to her son in
the next room.
"But, Dwight," she was saying, "what
is the use? You might just as well send
the professor word that you can't sing
next Sunday. You know that the doctor
will not hear of your going out so soon."
And then Morrell's voice so thick and
hoarse that the boy in the next room
would not have recognized it. answered.
fretfully:
"I must be well. 1 must sing, Easter.
If 1 don't, I'll lose my place. They say
the professor's son has a splendid voice,
and if he sings, Easter, in my place,
he'll have it for good?that's all. Oh, if
I only knew somebody who would sing
lor me just this once, and not try to get
my place," he groaned.
A little pale-faced, a slight, twisted
body, appeared in the doorway. Morrcll's
face was covered with his hands.
He looked up quickly as a clear voice
spoke beside his bed.
"Mr. Morrell, if the professor will let
me, I think 1 can sing the solo for you,
Easter."
"You," said Morrell; "what do you
mean?
"Of course, I can't sing it half as well
as you can," said the little fellow, modestly;
"but you know I've been there at
all the choir practice, and the part you
sing is the most Dcautiful of all. I could
not help learning it, and I've sung it pretty
often at home. I'll sing it for you now,
if I c'n do it well enough, "n' you
will let me," he added, shyly.
"Sing! sing!' said Morrell, with feverish
eagerness. And standing there in his
shabby clothes, leaning on his crutch,
the child sang in a voice' as sweet and
thrilling ag any meadow lark's?the
beautiful Easter music. He looked
anxiously at the sick boy as he finished.
"Will it do?" he said; "the gown would
cover this, you know"? touching his
crutch. "I'd be so glad to do it for you
If o c'n do it well enough, 'n' you
wouldn't be 'fraid 't I'd try to get your
place, you know.'
Morrell had covered his face again now
and tears were running down his flushed
cheeks.
"Do!" he said, when he could speak:
"you sing better than I ever did. I'm
sure (he professor will let you take my
place, and, and"? He held out his hand
to the little lad. "I've acted like a brute
to you. but honestly. I didn't mean to
kick your crutch that night in the
vestibule."
"Oh, that's all right," said the little lad
cheerfully. "'Course I knew you didn't.
A fellow that can sing as you can
couldn't be so mean as that. I'll go
and ask the professor." and he hurried
:.wny as fast as he could limp.
Some who listened to the Easter music
at St. Paul's were disappointed because
Dwight Morrell did not sing: but the
clear child-voice that sang the solo in his
stead sent to many a heart a strangely
sweet thrill that lived in the memory
long after that Easter service was forgotten.
And the little lad from that time on
lived no more with Matthews, the janli
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own home and trained his voice so well
that, in the years that followed, many a
one would have been willing to use a
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had a voice that could so move human
hearts.?The Herald and Presbyter.
THE LITTLE MAID FOR ME.
1 know a little maiden,
Whom I always see arrayed in
Bilks and ribbons, but she is a spoiled
and petted little elf:
For she never helps her mother,
Or her sister, or her brother;
But, forgetting all around her, lives entirely
for herself.
So she simpers and she sighs,
And she mopes and she cries,
And knows not where the happy hours
do flee.
Now let me tell you privately, my
darling little friends,
She's as miserable as miserable can be.
And 1 fear she's not the little maid for
roe.
But I know another little maiden,
Whom I've seen arrayed in
Silks and ribbons, but not always; she's
a prudent little elf;
And she always helps her mother,
And her sister and her brother,
And lives for all around her, quite regardless
of herself.
So she laughs and she sings,
And the hours on happy wings
Shower gladness round her pathway as
they flee.
Now need I tell you, privately, my
darling little friends.
She's as happy as a little maid can'be!
This is RlirAlv 'tho molfl f .rx ?
?Harper's Young People.
The very things that we are mourning
over, or are wincing under today,
are perhaps the very things that we
shall be most grateful for. in their memory,
in the days to come. God is doing
the. best he can for us. Have we any
doubt on that point? If we have not,
why should we worry??Henry CIpv
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PRESBYTERIAN HOSPITAL OF
ATLANTA.
Rev. S. R. Preston, D. D., Superintendent.
The Synod of Georgia appointed the
second Sunday in February as the time
for a collection to be taken in its
churches for the Presbyterian Hospital.
It will be gratifying to the friends jf
this eleemosynary institution to knowthat
a renewed and wide spread interest
has been aroused in its behalf, and
that churches and Sunday schools, as
well as individuals throughout ihe state
are sending in their contrioulions to
the maintenance fund as never beforeThe
Reorganisation Committee ha&
taken hold vigorously, information has
been disseminated, and the institution'
is on the ascending scale.
The little and the larger gifts coming
in his name are proof that a sincere love
for the Master is manifesting itself in
a love of helpfulness toward his suffering
and needy ones.
The Ladies' Auxiliary recently held a
restaurant in Atlanta and mhde about
$1,700, all of which is to be expended in
raring for charity patients.
The Reorganization Committee has
erected a guarantee fund against all the
indebtedness of the hospital in carrying
on charity work, and with the kindly
help of the '"Junior Aid" in lending then*
$1,500, out of the $2,000, that they have
gathered for a building fund, they have
established a reserve fund against any
deficit in the future charity work of the
institution.
The list of recent contributions is
very large. In it ^ome of the larger
churches of Allanla annnar aa
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small sums. The explanation is that
numerous gentlemen in these churchesare
subscribers to the guarantee fund
of $4,500.
The "many nickles make a muckle";
they are coming daily, and the reader
of these lines may feel a sympathy for
the sick and desire to help a little. If
so. send your gift to The Presbyterian
Hospital, Atlanta, Ga. It will be grfttefully
received by your unfortunate brothers
and sisters, and duly acknowledged.