Year: 1878

Some six or seven weeks later, Daisy again
mused over the past. This time she sat be.
meath the trailing honey-suckle vines which
covered dear little retreat in the fower-gar-
den of her Southern home. She had indulg-
ed freely in all the village amusements since
her return, and was much sought after and
admired; but she was fast growing weary of
the gayety in which she was compelled to take
part. Diversions which once amused her
we're losing their attraction. Must she al
ways be nothing but mere fashionable but
terfy? Was there nothing useful for her to
do o?"r... .-. '...A..'


Yes, Daisy, there is something for every
woman to do. Somebody has said: "Deliver
me from woman with a mission" I say,
God bless such one, if her mission be one
of charity. How much happiness good wo.
man can dispense J. To ye "lords of crea-
tion," who think woman's only calling is to
darn socks and tack on buttons, let me say,
she can aspire to something even higher than
this delectable pursuit. "What?" do you
ask9 All she can WELD the pen, sometimes
with might and power. Again, from its point
flow the sweetest cadences which melt the
heart, and infuse the soul with holy aspira-
tions. Again, like Mary, she can sit at the
feet of Jesus, From this immaculate posi-.
ton, she can arise, 60 into the world, and in
an undemonstrative manner circulate gospel
truths among the benighted heathen thus
winning many immortal souls to adorn the
Saviour's Crown. -


Some such inspiration crept into Daisy's
heart. She never prayed from the love of it.
She had been trained from her childhood to
say the Lords Prayer" night and morning.
This she continued to do from habit At
church, she repeated the responses, to be in
keeping with the rest Of the congregation,
seldom thinking Of, or realizing the meaning
of the devout words she. was lisping in a
charming voice.


To-day, her "good angel" stood beside her
and smiled, as she kindled the sacred fame
in the young girls heart.


Her brow was thoughtful Could she not
soothe the sick and dying, relieve the wants
of the poor, and thus throw little sunshine
into lives dsrkened by poverty and sorrow 7
Would she not feel more, that she was living
for some purpose2 "Yes, yes, Daisy" the
sweet spirit at her elbow breathes. She droop-
ed her head upon her shapely hands, and for
the first time in her life, uttered heartfelt
prayer A gentleness foreign to her lovely
face, rested there when she again lifted her
head. She has once tasted of the mysterious,
divine love- and the remembrance of it will
not be obliterated by whatever may be
brought to bear upon her young heart, in the
coming time. .-...,- ... ""'


She was absently playing with the chain
attached to the cross which had so strangely
come into her possession. Suddenly, the lit
tie clasp which fastened it, came undone, and
the whole slipped through her hand and lay
in gltteriug heap at her feet. She caught
it up hastily her hand pressed the plain gold
back of the cross. She heard a slight noise !;
her finger had accidentally touched secret
spring. A part of the surface flew up, and
she beheld the noble features of him who
came into her life 80 mysteriously. With
much surprise, she gazed at the face revealed.
Now, she knew he had clasped it around her
neck. How many queer thoughts this dis
covery brought to her mind3 Surely he must
be human being! Would e host give her
his picturef


All! would she ever be retained under such
perplexing circumstances?


A rusting among the leaves near, startled
her from her reverie She hurriedly dropped
the cross, with its strange revelation, into her