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July 3, 1912] T H E 1
She's looking for a business, oddly enough. It
might just happen that yours would suit her."
"But there's nae business," said Janet, with
a sort of dreary candour. "Yesterday 1 selt
naething but a pennyworth o' needles."
"But a business might be made even yet,"
said the minister cheerily. "And, anyway,
two heads are better than one."
He left her with the ladies, and went back
to his sermon. Ten o'clock had rung before
Janet left the manse, and then her step had
a buoyancy, and the gloom had lifted from her
face.
She was accompanied to the door by Mrs.
Falconer's visitor, a tall, graceful, capable1
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miming muy, auuui tnirry, wno seemed immensely
interested in her new acquaintance.
"Ten o'clock to-morrow morning, then, Miss
Turnbull, and we'll go into everything," were
her last words ere she said "Good-night."
Miss Gardiner walked across to Ardwell
Street next morning, taking careful and serious
stock of everything she passed. She decided
before she had entered the little shop
that there ought to be room for one in that
well-populated neighborhood, but when, she
actually came to Janet's window, and beheld
its array, she gasped a little, and knew why
it had failed. Poor Janet, who could clean a
house and cook a meal with the best of them,
had no more idea of how to set out her goods
effectively than a baby. There was nothing
pretty, nothing new, nothing, in fact, Alisa
Gardiner concluded, .that any human being
could possibly want. She stalked into the
shop, to find the interior just the same. Janet,
very trig and tidy, with a somewhat wavcrinc
Slllile on her f?ee wna
excitement when she saw her, and immediately
led her back into the back room, round
which Ailsa looked with genuine approval.
Janet understood the art of home-making; that
was undoubtedly her forte.
"Look here, Miss Turnbull, I've a great
mind to try this. I'm looking for a little business,
and I'd like to come here to be near
Mrs. Falconer. There isn't room for me in
Edinburgh. I'm clever at needlework. I
know all about it and I can make blouses, and
do heaps of ornamental trifles. Will you take
me in as a partner? You can keep house for
me, and let me take over the business; and if
you let me have the good will for nothing, I'll
make myself responsible for the rent."
?l was ? wurniui s arrangement, oi which Mr.
Holland would hardly have approved; but Janet's
eyes grew round and soft with gratitude.
The bargain was struck that very day, and the
next day Miss Gardiner transferred her belongings
from the minister's house to Ardwell
Street. She also sent for the rest of her gear
to Edinburgh. In a week nobody would have
known the shop. She unearthed hosts of dainty
trifles from her own boxes, bought some
more, and early and late was at her needle, Janet
Turnbull watching her with astonishment,
not unmixed with awe. Very soon people began
to look- in at the windows, and, being interested,
stepped inside to see what else there
was new. And sales began to be made. Janet,
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'1 j Jiumuie, very wining to be instructed, began
vaguely to be conscious of her own presumption.
She had lacked positively all the
Qualities necessary to the handling of a successful
business. Miss Gardiner and she became
great friends, and at the end of three
Months they went into a committee of ways
and means.
"We're going to do, Janet," said Ailsa
gleefully. "We've turned the corner. The
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question is, are you willing to go on? You're
my biggest asset."
Jane did not know what an asset was, but
supposed it was something good.
"1 mean, 1 couldn't live here without you.
The furniture is yours; you make my comfort;
in fact, you make it home for me. Let's go
in as partners just as we are doing for another
year."
Janet's eyes filled with tears, and she ran
out to the little backyard and relieved her feelings
with a "guid greet." That very evening
she went to see Mr. Falconer to, confide the
good news to him. It rejoiced the erood man's
heart, and he congratulated her without stint.
But still she seemed loathe to go.
"Mr. Falconer," she said hesitatingly, "last
time 1 was here, the nicht I met Miss Ailsa
first, there was a little book lying on your desk.
It was very impident of me, hut 1 lookit until
it."
"Well, and what then!"
"It was a wee red book, a prayer hook, I
think, and I read some words in it I never forgot.
They went hame wi' me, and I sleeptit
on them, and rose up strong and able next
day. I've hunted right through the Bible, but
I can not find them."
"Here's the book," said the minister; "do
you think you would find them now?"
Janet was not long, and she read them out
slowly and with a lingering cadence in her
voice. "O tarry thou the Lord's leisure; be
strong, and He shall comfort thine heart."
Mr. Falconer pressed the little red book into
hnr lmn/t
"Take it away, Miss Turnbull, and keep it
on the table by your bed. They are words we
need most of our days. But they are in the
Bible too, only differently expressed. You'll
find them in the twenty-seventh Psalm, "Wait
on the Lord, and be of good courage."
"T like this best," said Janet, as she tucked
the little red book in the bosom of her gown,
and went away.?David Lyall, in British
Weekly.
"QUEEN OF THE SEA."
TITANIC.
Oh, beautiful and proud Titanic,
Queen of the Sea.
Ab you sailed from Old England's harbor
Did you pause, O Ship, and wonder
What vonr fflio bn?
Thou grand and stately Titanic,
Queen of the Sea.
As ycru sped o'er the treacherous ocean,
Beguiled into the absurd notion
No doom could really befall thee.
Oh, where art Thou, peerless Titanic,
Queen of the Sea.
And the hundreds of grand heroic men
You promised, faithfully to befriend,
From dangerous Ice, and stormy sea?
Brave ship of the Northern Atlantic,
"Nations" honor Thee,
Thy "Band"?"Nearer my God to Thee"
Thy destiny, Great Ship, no one could forsee.
Yet, from your deep and silent grave, a lesson will be.
Farewell, Majestic Titanic,
Teaee to Thee.
Tn peace rest the dear martyrod ones
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i_?i iiiuoe, who escaped me catastnopne.
Alas!?to remember?Queen of the Sea.
?iMrs. Helen Perdew
In memory of the IM-fated Titanic, and the hundreds
of human beings who went to the bottom of the
Atlantic Ocean April 14th, 1912.
Neither the greatest, happiness nor the greatest
usefulness in life is always found in the
liigh places.
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THE SECRETS OF REPOSE.
There is little doubt that while the majority
of women nowadays are more vivacious, more
talkative, more fluent, perhaps better informed,
than were the women of a generation ago,
they are often deficient in the rare grace of
"repose."
The fascination of this quality is hard to detine;
it must not be confounded with vacuity,
with apathy, with a manner which is the natural
result of a phlegmatic temperament. Any
of these make an uninteresting personality. It
was once remarked of some one whose stillness
and silence suggested unplumbed depths,
"No. Look at that empty face. Her silence
is the locked door of an empty room." True
repose really indicates unplumbed depths?
it is the locked door of a treasure house. Repose?real
repose, not emptiness?can change
to a gracious vivacity where there is need.
But it can also make its possessor interesting
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<11 in wnony unemDarrassea wnen obliged, say,
to stand alone in a crowded room or to sit in a
corner unattended. It also is. the accompaniment
of a most charming power of listening.
Your true listener?and a good listener, be it
remarked, is rarer and ten times more popular
than a good talker?never fidgets, is never in
a hurry to reply. Granted, then, that repose
is a grace, and one to be desired, one worth
effort to attain, how are we to reach it if we
do not already have it?
First, be sure of yourself in every way. Be
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Have every detail of both toilet and grooming
so perfectly attended to that your appearance
may be comfortably dismissed from your
mind. You will then be free to think of others.
"A heart at leisure from itself," as
Wordsworth sings, is the secret of repose. And
how can one's heart be at leisure from itself
if a collar is not fitted well, and if one knows
that unbecoming little wisps of hair are straying
down one's neck!
Next, practice repose of muscles. Lie back
in a chair, at some pleasant and restful angle,
relax as thoroughly as you have learned how,
and then keep still. Let your finger tips stay
where they fell. Let your arms lie supine and
rest. Rest in perfect repose. When you have
done this alone, try keeping this relaxed stillness,
this purposeful quietude, while some one
tells you a story or relates some happening.
Listen attentively and look at the speaker with
interest. Once you acquire his way of listen
mg, you will D# astonished at the way in which
you are sought out by those who wish to talk.
A third way to attain this eminently desirable
repose is to steadily refuse to be flustered.
Suppose there is a car almost at the stopping
place, and you can catch it by hurrying. Don't
hurry! Let it go, and wait calmly for another.
This is hut one illustration of a thousand ways
in which you can attain calmness, sweetness
and stillness. They are worth a sacrifice to
gain.?New York Tribune.
"Go ye therefore," said Jesus to his disciples.
They were to follow his example?
to go because he went. The "therefore" be- *
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oiguiucaui wnen we view it in this light.
Christ does not ask his followers to do more
than he did, or even to go as far, but he asks
that they go in the same moral direction, for
the same great spiritual ends, and in the same
temper of sympathy and sacrifice. It is a great
mission, and it is accomplished for a great
Master!
Standing up for the right is a very different
thing from standing up for our own per
sonal rights.