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August 4, 1909. THE
fortunately at this time was bed-ridden
at Mrs. Halloran's, but who had been put
under Dr. Moore's care, who gave much
of his time and skill to the cure of his
little daughter's friend.
He found her lameness was not incurable.
'The girl herself," he told his
wife, ' has more than ordinary intelligence
and a nice sense of honor. She
ought to have an education. If her father,
as she says, is a skillful weaver,
Phillips will give him steady work, and
he can support his family comfortably,
while Nancy goes to school."
But Nancy knew of no happier prospect
before her than the runniner of "nr
rants" again, when she was once more
able to leave the bed.
One bright morning in May, Dr. Moore
stopped his carriage at the door of Mrs.
Halloran's little one-story house. Janet
jumped out and rushed into the neat
kitchen. She was greatly excited. Nancy
was there, Janet was so eager that she
stammered as she talked.
"My father thinks you are well enough
to take a ride, Nancy," she said, "Here
is a dress and sho*>s and hat for you to
wear, They are yours. You are to keep,
them, dear, so don't say a word. There,
iei uie u?i|i you yui mem on. .now come
on! Come to the carriage. Father wishes
to give you a ride." Over to Squire Hill's
place they went, and the doctor ordered
the driver to stop in front of a romfortable
little house.
'There are some friends of yours,
Nancy, here, and I want you to see
them." He led her in, and to her surprise
she saw a crowd of girls?the H. E. S.
Club?busy, laughing, and all talking at
once. And there, too, was good Mrs
Halloran, superintending the cooking of
a roast of mutton.
Nancy looked about the cosy little
kitchen, with its big fire, new tins and
array of white-ware on the dresser, and
thought how clean and neat it looked.
i uere were iwo uig ciitiirs ui enuer Biae
cf the fire.
"Why, just fit for two nice ould folks,"
she said, with a quiver of the chin. Up
stairs three were two comfortable bedrooms.
Outside there was a garden ar.d
pasture for a cow.
"An' whose house is this?" she asked
Janet. "Who has taken it?"
But Janet was watching the window,
and did not seem to hear the question.
Just at that moment two strangers,
a man and a woman, were coming lip the
street guided by Clara's father.
Janet then turned to Nancy. "This
i-.uuse ib uiieuueu uy ia? n. Cj. o. uuu
for some friends of theirs," she said.
"The H. E. S.? An' what is that, Miss
Janet?"
"The Houser Emigration Society, to
be sure! And look! look, Nancy?see
who is coming in the gate! There are
. our friends."
"Daddy! Mammy! O mammy!"
Pale and trembling, Nancy hurried as
fast as she could to the door, and with a
cry, "Mammy! mammy! 0 my good
mammy!" clasped her mother in her
arms. The father looked on with the
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tears streaming down bis cheeks, but not
moving or saying a word. The little
group passed into the kitchen, and at
length were thoughtfully allowed to remain
alone for a while, that they might
talk together of themselves and of the
happiness of being once more toother,
'ihen after many friendly and encourag
ing words, Janet and her friends left
them to the enjoyment of their new
home.
Matthew Houser proved to be not only
a skilful weaver, but, like his wife, an
honest and devout man. They were
people who, whether rich or poor, would
be an acquisition to any community.
Nancy is now the principal dressmaker in
the village, a happy, educated woman,
and Janet's most faithful friend. Janet
has never been sorry for the day which
taught her to use her eyes and take
her place among the helpers of the
world.?American Messenger.
THE MOTTO HABIT.
A lady of our acquaintance called at a
certain country house an<i was ushered
into the dining room, for some domestic
reason, to await the coming of her friend.
The room was pleasantly furnished, but
she was puzzled by several neatly-pr.nt-.
ed mottoes which hung conspicuously
on the walls. After the entrance of her
friend, and the errand upon which she
came had been discussed, the lady asked:
"I hope you won't think me Inquisitive,
but I should like to know the meaning
of those mottoes?"
The other woman smiled, as she replied:
"That is an idea of my husband's. He
grew tired of correcting the children, or
hearing me correct them, and by way of
example included our own shortcomings.
'Don't slump' is meant for my elder
daughter; she is growing fast and inclined
to relax into a spineless, Jelly-fish
attitude that annoys us. 'Don't fuss' is
for her sister, who vents her feelings by
?rgulng and disputing when things fail
to please her. 'Don't grumble' is for my
son, whose besetting fault is comprised
In the admonition. And 'Don't worry' is
intended for me?I assure you I find it
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helps. 'Be lively' is my husband's, and
to those who know him requires no explanation."
"I think I'll go home and write out a
few for my own family," the lady remarked,
rising to go. "In any case, it is
worth a triaj."?Congregationalism
FAMILY WORSHIP.
There is probably no mistress of a
household who has not felt uncertain about
asking guests to join in family
worship. Every one has acquaintances
she would not hesitate to ask to the
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nuum ucaiLuie 10 asK to the
home altar. Perhaps the reluctance arista
from a dissimilarity of creed, and a
fc-ar of offense in consequence. But the
diversity of the creed is no bar. Prayer
has nothing to do with creeds. Prayer
is the universal religion, and men of every
creed and men of no creed may meet
together at the feet of one Heavenly
Father. The reluctance arises mdre likely
from that weak shamefacedness which
too often prevents sympathy between
friends on spiritual subjects. They are
afraid to be misunderstood, smiled at,
criticised. This latter idea is one which
even good and great men have not always
met bravelv fnr
once had some guests of great quality
and fashion. God-fearing as he was, he
omitted h's family worship on their account.
This act, which he bitterly repented,
he designated as "a bold bashfulness,
which durst offend God, while it
did fear man." But we should remember
with the grand old preacher that our
guests, though they be ever so high or
rich, are yet by all the laws of hospitality
below us while they sojourn under
our roof; therefore, whoever come within
our door should also come within our
household cus'.oms and discipline. If
they sit at our table for meat, it is but
kind and right that they should bow at it
in prayer.?Ladies' Home Journal.
If you tel. the truth, you have infinite
power supporting you; but if not, you
have infinite power against you.?Charles
George Gordon.