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August ii, 1909. TH3
making time to watch the marvelous development
of the Kingdom, and to do
her little share for its advancement, she
really forgot that she was not a pleasant
person to live with.
True, there were times?generally In
her wakeful hours at night?when mem
ui) nuuiu njca.ii me long ago, wnen sne
had seemed essential to the mother and
to the brothers now safe In the Other
Hoihe, and she realized the loneliness
of the life wnere nobody needs you, but
she quickly put aside these memories by
following David's example, and she
could say: "My mouth shall praise thee
with joyful lips when I remember thee
upon my bed," and those hours of loneliness
and self-pity were transformed into
hours of praise.
People remarked on the change and
wondered at it. They did not see that
she was advancing in the great school
of Patience and getting ready to go
home, but it was so, and at last the Pa
ther sent for her, and with a glad voice
she replied:
"I am ready!" And Aunt Graidy was
gone.
Do you know that people missed her
when she was gone and that there were
some who would have been glad to see
her hack, even if she would see their
faults, and say so? And do you know
that Aunt Graidy knew that, too, for behind
the invisible veil which our
Heavenly Father hangs between us and
the spirit world our loved ones are
oftener present than we think, watching
us and rejoicing in every advance we
make in the heavenward way.
Perhaps there are others like Aunt
Graidy. Perhaps we may be helping to
prepare them. for that home to which
sue nas gone.
Perhaps it lies with us to cheer their
lonely hours or to force them into a life
apart.
Let us not forget that they are
Christ's "little ones," though the snows
of Age's winter may rest upon their
heads. We please him when we make
them happy. We cheer him when we
cheer them. , D.
THE GIPSY SMITH MISSION.
It was financed in Toronto after-"this
fashion: As the evangelist is laboring
under the ausoices of tho Nntinnni fmin.
ell of Evangelical Free Churches In England,
the Toronto committee corresponded
with this Council, with whom they
made the following terms, viz.: There
shall be a collection at each service, and
half the gross collections shall go
to the National "Council, the other
half to go to the local fund to defray expenses.
The Toronto Committee defrays
travelling expenses from the previous
place of meeting (Minneapolis), and pro
ides entertainment ror tne missioner.
On the closing night of the mission Gipsy
Smith gives a lecture entitled "Prom
Gipsy Tent to Pulpit." For this lecture
there will be a charge of 25 cents, the
total proceeds of which go to the National
Council. All money received by
this Council is used in world-wide evangelism.
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THE FIRST HORSE JOSIE SAW.
Little Josie Scott lived with his father
and mother and baby sister in a tiny
house on a tiny island in the middle of
a large river. The island was so small
that there was no space 011 it for horses
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never had been away rrom it in his life,
he never had seen any of these creatures.
'Oh, I do wish I could see a horse!"
he often sighed, when his mother told
him how large and beautiful horses
were, how good and patient, what loads
they would draw, and how fast they
could travel.
He had seen pictures of them, of
course, but that was not nearly so nice
as seeing one. "Wait until you are a
bit older, my boy," papa said, "and I will
take you to the mainland where you can
see dozens of them," and Joe tried to
think what a beautiful place the mainland
must fce.
But he didn't have to wait so long as
ue reared ne must, and lie didn't have to
go to the mainland, either, to see a horse.
Every day ships passed up and down
the river, and Joe found a great deal of
pleasure in watching them. He knew
the names of most of them, and they
seemed to him like old friends. Usually
they moved by very quietly, but one day
a great storm came and all these vessels
had a hard time.
About two miles up the river from the
little island home were some large rocks,
and one ship was blown into these and
wrecked. No one was hurt, but a great
many things were lost, and Joe stood at
the window all the afternoon watching
them float by.
There were boxes and barrels, bundles
of wood, bales of hay, and all sorts of
things.
But what was this strange white object
coming so regularly and smoothly? Joe
had never seen anything like it.
.w minim, mamma," ne called, "come
quickly! A great white thing is coming,
and it's alive and is swimming. Oh, what
is it"?
Mamma was at the window in a moment.
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dear child, it's a horse"! she
exclaimed, "and the poor thing has been
lost in the wreck. See, it's comiftg
straight to us"!
And on the beautiful white creature
came, his pretty neck curved gracefully,
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ma iiueiy snaped legs making strong,
regular strokes as he swam toward them.
In a few minutes he had reached the island,
and scrambling up the bank came
directly to mamma and Joe at the window.
"Ah, he wants company!" mamma said,
raising the window and giving him a
lump ?f sugar. "Pat his nose, Josie, he
would like that."
And. Josie gently smoothed the soft
nose, and laid his head against the beautiful
neck.
"He has been somebody's pet, mamma,
hasn't he"? he asked.
"Yes, his gentle ways show that plainly.
After he is acquainted, I think he
will give you a nice ride."
And he did. He was not taken away
from the island for a week, and Josie
rode him and played with him all that
time. The two grew to love each other
dearly, and Josie still believes that the
first horse he ever saw was the finest
and handsomest.?Elizabeth Roberts
Hurton, in Sunday School Times.
ALWAYS HELPING.
A beautiful story is told about Sir
Bartle Frere an English nobleman, who
was once the governor of Bombay in
India and of Cape Colony in Africa. He
went away from his home on a trip, and
on his return his wife went down to the
railroad station to meet him. She took
with her a servant who had never seen
her husband. When they arrived at the
railway station, she said to the servant,
"Now you mimt m lnnV '? 01
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Eartle." "But how shall I know him?"
asked the servant. "Oh," answered the
lady, "look for a tall gentleman helping
somebody." The answer was sufficient,
for vhen the servant went to look for
Sir Bartle he found a tall man helping
an old lady from the car, and this tall
man proved to be Sir Bartle himself.