The morning times., 1896-04-12

dared to ask TO go on q round of visits with
her among the Italians, but a school is diff
rerent. Any one ma visit a school with
| out giving offense.
The following day met them, the mother
| and little girl, at the junction, and we took
the Georgetown car. The ride to the end
of the line was gone in no time, and we set
out TO walk through to the canal. The
day was fine, sunny, and still, and the
child ran along In front OF us, skipping and
| romping with all the froIicsomeness of
| youth. Her religion did not weigh on her,
| and she was as airyas feathered songster.
There are three ways TO get to the
| chapel where the mission is held One
| can keep on along the road which skirts
| the canal and pass through the tunnel
| which leads under 1t just below the chapel,
| or one may go down the steps by the
! Aqueduct Bridge and follow the towpath
| which leads directly by the door of the
4 chapel, or one ma Y go down TO the river and
| follow the mill road; we took the former
| There is board walk for considerable
| Distance and one soon gets into the coun-
| try. The view across The river is glorious.
On fhe way we met some children who
| ran up TO speak to their teacher and to tell
| her there were no boats in and there could
| be no school Their faces were full of
! affection for the woman and one could
readily see that she is a great person in
talked for moment with them, asking
| about mother.
| Wepa SSed an Italian shop and the woman
| who was in the store went TO get her six
| weeks-old baby and lay il in the mission
ary's arms. 1t was dressed in a long white
| robed and looked like any pink infant,
| happy and sweet. The missionary told
me that it was a great advance for the
| babes to be dressed like this. as the Italians
| usually Swaddle their little ones Ia blankets.
| There were green things growing al
| ready along the banks us we got farther
! out and the child ran TO bring me leaves
| and sprigs. Her mother was telling me how
| she had formerly been Il sculptress aud
sometimes when with these little ones
| she longed to dash their faces into marble.
GAVE UP HER ART.
Don't YOU work at your art at all nOw:''
| asked her.
.'No;I gave it allup. The devil was In it.
| Not in any mental way; but it came between
| me and my work for God. l honestly be-
| lieve that and gave it up. When l get to
heaven and see these faces in some way
| around me glor;ricd, shall feel that IL was
! better work than chiselling them in marble. -
"What are you going to make of that
| child?'' L asked.
II shall rear her in the love of God, and
he will lead her in his own way was the
reply.
The road we were on is a favorite resort
| for bicycliSts. 1t skirts the canal, and Just
| across it stands the chapel between the
| canal and the river. 1t is one OF u number of
| historic stone buildings that stand here. In
| big building below cannon balls were made
during the war of 1912. The chapel WIS
| used for Il storchOu>e. All this property he
| longs to Mr.. Tenny, who OWNS the mills
| along here, and he gave the use of the littlc
square brick house 10 the missionary.
She pointed out 10 me where she had
| first held her school undcr two giant trees
below on grass plot. One day she waI al
| work there with fifty children and Il
thunder storm came up and scattered them
| They had TO run for tie bridge.
But the storm proved a blessing. Mir
| Tenny Jaw them, and atonCe made arrange
mcnts about the chapel. II has a Cross
| over The doorway, so thnt II is easily dis
tingui, he'd from the other buildings. Wher
we had crossed through the tunnel 4nt
climbed the hill and stood before the door
could read the inscription beneath tie
| cross. II is, Come unto me all yc thai
lauor aud are heavy laden and will eIyC
you rest"
| There is a tox desk fastened against thu
| front OF the house. 1t is covered with II
| cloth, anu in IL is Bible. when the Old