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June 23, 1909. TH
Minna and Gottlieb. Where was Gottlieb?
He was nowhere in sight. The
whole family jKjured out on the platform,
in frantic search for the lost Gottiieb.
Janet finally discovered him picking
daisies in an open field back of the station,
and returned carrying him in her
arms, daisies and all, mucL to the quiet
amusement of Mrs. Jackson's brother.
The mother pouueed on him and slapped
hiru vigorously, and set him down on the
baggage-truck beside his Geschwester,
where he disappeared completely behind
his sheaf of daisies. Janet then hastened
to get the tickets.
"Miss Janet," said the station-agent,
"how can you understand that truck?
wnen me wuoie crowu came gauming
at me, all at once, I thought I knew what
Babel must have been like. And you can
talk with the best of "em?only not quite
so fast. Poor souls! Slept on those
hard benches, you say? They must ba
dead beat. To Birdvllle, you said? Five
halves and one whole? Hope the old
man will be there to meet 'em and save
further trouble. Must be almost frantic
by this time."
Janet returned with the tickets, and
helped the grateful mother straighten
the queer little skirts, collars and blouses
of ber numerous offsprings. The children
were tired out, and sat there, meekly
submitting, while their mother brushed
their hair and exclaimed at the dirt on
their small persons. Janet took her
handkerchief to a brook which ruu
through the daisy-field, and returned 10
wipe some .if the grime from their faces.
"You have quite an extensive family,
Miss Murch," said Mr. Heywood, pleasantly,
as he passed.
"Yes, I certainly have?much too largo
lor convenience in traveling," she replied,
laughing.
A whistle in the distance announced
that the train was coming.
Janet helped Frau Bandeweg to collect
her numerous bundles, all of which
seemed on the verge of shedding their
string and paper, put the tickets into her
hand, and repeated her promise of telling
the conductor. To her surprise, she
found Mr. Heywood at her side.
"Do let me help, too." he said, taking
an unwieldy box from her hand. "Gleb
mir das kleine Madchen," he continued,
turning to the mother.
Janet almost dropped her bundles in
astonishment. He, too, could speak German.
Truly, fate was unusually kind to this
helpless foreigner, stranded without the
Knowledge or a wora 01 isngiisn.
The train came puffing up. Janet made
Frau Bandeweg get on first, then she and
Mr. Heywood handed up the children, to
the edification of bystanders and passengers.
At the last moment Gottlieb, the wayward,
remembering his daisies, which he
had left lying on the truck, broke away
from her and ran to get them. The train
was held while Janet chased after him,
her pink muslin hat flapping wildly.
He was swung aboard, crimson and
frightened, by Mr, Heywood, and the
train started, Frau Bandeweg showering
parting blessings through her open win J"'.An
(ho orra <-><mia hem ill if ill PpftH.
lein.
"Well, that's over!" sighed Janet, ai
she and Mr. Hey wood finally i>ocketed
their handkerchiefs, and the rallB ceased
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to hum. "What a time, and how I en
Joyed it!"
"You looked as if you did," said Mrs.
Jackson's brother, quizzically. "May i
ask where you acquired tuat protlciency
in German? Pardon me, if 1 say it is
rather unusual?in one so young."
"I'm not so young as 1 Icok. - replied
Janet. "I just graduated from college,
and I hope to be able to teach Rermau
some day. And that reminds me," she
continued. "I must go In and write my
application this very minute. I received
an offer of a position this morning,?or
rather, the chance to try for one.?and
I'm afraid I may be too late, because it
was delayed in reaching me."
She entered the post-office side of the
building and hastily made out her application.
She had no stamp, and came out
again for her purse, which sne nan ieit
in her coat on the baggage-truck.
"A school in which I am interested ha3
a'position open to a teacher of German,"
said Mr. Heywood, "in case you should
care to apply. Miss Murch. It's.for a
little I.ntin and English, too."
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Janet, "that's exactly like the position
I'm applying for! Could it be possible?"
She turned the envelope for hi* innnection.
"Well, of all things!" he cried, with a
hearty laugh. "That is strange?really
remarkable! That's our principal's name.
Miss Murch. The same school, the very
vacancy I was speaking of!"
Janet could hardly believe it. "And
here I've been making ah exhibition of
myself r'ght under your observation!"
she exclaimed. "Did I make any very
heinous mistakes? And will you please
forget them?"
"An exceedingly fine exhibition." he
replied. "I wouldn't have missed it for
worlds. Besides your knowledge of German,
Mies Murch, you revealed a knowledge
of how to manage children, and of
how to adapt yourself to sudden emer
genciea?to say nothing of a useful self*
forgetfuloess and care for the Interests
of others. -You have the material in yon
for a good teacher, Miss Murch. Such a
teacher is needed In our school?badly
needed."
Janet flushed crimson under his praise,
and could not say anything.
"Here comes my train," be sa'd. "Jusi
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it to me,?and I'll see that it reaches the
proper destination. Gcod-by! I'm glad
to have met you, Miss Murch, and I hope
?I'm confident?it won't he the last
time." He shook hands heartily, and
swung aboard the train.
Janet stood quite dazed for a moment.
Then she turned anij went to Napoleon,
standing quietly in the shade. On the
homeward road she slapped him again.?
but Joyfully this time,?and rattled down
the hill at breakneck speed.
"O Napoleon," she exclaimed. "Janet
Murch is just the luckiest girl in New
York' That blessed Mr. Heywood will
do his best for me, and unless I'm much
mistaken, he can do a great deal." Her
rising spirits could be restrained no
longer. The last house was passed, and
she broke joyously forth into the mighty
chorus of "Die Wacht Am Rhein."?
Selected.
MORE THAN TOOLS NEEDED.
A young Italian knocked one day at
the dcor of an artist's studio in Rome,
and wnen it was opened exclaimed:
"Please, madam, will" you give nje the
master's brush?" The painter was dead,
and the boy, filled with a longing tj be
an artist, wished for the great master's
brush. The lady placed the brush in the
boy'8 hand, saying: "This is his brush;
try it, my boy." With a flush of earnest'
ness on his face he tried, but found he
could paint no better than with his own.
The lady then said to him: "You can not
paint like the great master unless you
have his spirit."
Only by the power of the Holy Spirit
are we able to successfully carry on the
Master's work.
The same great lesson was taught once
in a museum of old-time armor. When a
visitor was shown the sword of Wallace,
he said,, "I do not see how it could win
such victories."* "Ah, sir," said the guide,
"you don't see the arm that wielded it."
We need all the grace and tact we can
a/tnnlf^ ?tin? V. ~ ^ J
av?(uiiu luivugu ovuujiug mc ucot UlUUtTfa
and imitating their example; but it we
are mere imitators our lives will be void
of real power. We must be filled with
the same Spirit who wrought in and
through His noble ones.?Christian Union
Herald.