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came. sullen and detected; in his face
was the look of utter hopclessneSs, the
faces of the prisoners for life SO oileh
wear. The child sprang forward 10
meet him, the hot tears streaming over
her white face. He stepped back, sui
len and seemingly angry. No Word OF
welcome came from his lips for the Tag,
ged, trembling little creature who stood
CRYING before him, with something
clasped in her hand.
WI-I-came to-say Merry Christ
mas. father she faltered. IL
thought maybe you'd be glad to see
me. Amt you any glad, father"
Christmas 'ChriStn What
would that man not have given for free
dom of body and soul. r,
"The convict's head dropped. Ihe
hard look was going out Of his face, ms
ewes were moistening. His little girl
went Oh, trembling and teariuily,:
WI-I-brung you something, father.
It was all l could think of, and all
could get. | live to the poorhouse
now Her trembling fingers began UNI
wrapping the soft white paper III her
hand, and she held out Il short, SHINING
curl of yellow hair, carefully tied Win
4 bit of old ribbon. Il wouldn't give
his to anybody on earth but you, IA
ther. You used to truly love little
Johnnie-mothcr said you did-and
So
"The man fell to his knees with both
hands clasped over his face.
"'I did love him. he said hOarsely.
II love him still bad rs | am, L love
him Silly
"sI know it, said the child, going
closer; 'and | knowed you'd like this,
now that Johnnie's dead
'Deadn y cried the man, rocking TO
and fro, still on his knees with ms
hands over his face. My little boy:
"' Yes said the child he died III
the poorhouse only last week, ana
here's no one left but me now. But
INIT goin' to forgit you, father; I'm
soin' to stick right by you, spite OF
what folks say, and some day maybe
can got you out of here. Pm going fol
try. [ don't never torgit that you arc
my father, and So ~,
lie put out one arm, drew the child
toward him, and kissed her again and
again. [ silently left the room, ana
Shey were alone tOgct her Tor hall :ll
hour. Then the child came out, slnll-
ing through her tears.
Mind she said, before closing the
door, I'll never forgit you, father
nevern u Youth's Companion.
A Little Boys Sermon.
This must be Il sermon, because II
mas L text:
'I keep my body undcr.'
Little Bcrtie Blynn had just finished
MS dinner. He was III tic cosy llhN;l-
~ Keeping still for Il lew minutes hlteI
eating, according TO his mothers luie.
she got it from the family doctor, ana
4 roou rule it is. BERTHE was sitting III
nis rocklng-cllair before the pleasant
rate fire. lie had in his hand two
line apples, Il rich red and i green.
Ills father sat at Il window reading the
newspaper. Presently he heard the
child say:
"ThunN you, little MASTER
Dropping his paper, he said:
~ thought you were alone, btI'ic.
Who was here just now"'
Nobody, papa, only you and |;
"Didn't you say ust now' lh"hh
YOU, little n!aster":'"
. The child did not answer at first,
but laughed shy laugh. Soon he
said:
Pm afraid you'll laugh at ne if l
tell you, papa.
We'll, YOU have just laughed, and
why mayn't l."
But i neal you you will make fun
of me-"
"No, | won't make fun OF you, but
perhaps I'll have fun with you. lila'
will make us digest our roast beef.
"rll tell YOU about it, papa. had
eaten my rcd apple and wanted to cat
nv green one, too. just then | re-
membered something | learned in
school about eating, and thought ono
biz apple was enough. My stomach
will be glad If I don't give 1t the green
one to grind. 1t seemed for Il minute
iust as if it said to ne, 'Ihank you,
little mastcr:n but | know | SAID ii
SBcrtie, what is it Miss Nj iLareM
has been teaching you about eating:
"She told Us to he careful not to give
our stomachs too much food to grind:
If we do, she says, it will make bad
blood, and that will run into our brains
and make them dulland stupid, so that
we can't get our lessons well, and per-
haps rive us headaches, too. II We
rive our stOlnachs just enough work to-
DO, they will give US pure, living blood
that will make us feel bright and
cheerful in school. Miss NJ Laren says
that sometimes when she eats too much
of something that she likes very much,
it seems almost as II her stomach
moaned and complained but when she.
denies herself and doesn't eat too
much, il seems as if it were thankful
and glad"
"That's us good preaching as the.
minister's Bertie. What more did
Miss M'Larcn tell you about this mat
term
"She taught us verse one day about
keeping the soul on top. li!a' wash :, i
lust the words, but its what it meant. u
y At this papa's paper went suddenly
right up before his face. When III a
minute it dropped down there wasn't
any laugh OH his face as he said;
TWerc not these the words: i keep
my body under"
"Oh, yes that was it, but it means
lust the same. if keep my body ull-
der, of course my soul is on top"
"Of course it is, my boy; Keep
your soul on top, and you'll belong lo|
the grandest style of men that walk
on earth. ."-PrcsLytcrion.
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