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start of the engine. Matty waited about
curiously, keeping meanwhile a sharp look(Continued from page 3.)
out for her particular porter. Certainly CHAPTER II.
he must have left; not once did she catch HE only drawback to sight of him. Another train was in, and
Matty's content in almost before it had stopped a gentleman
she began to hope he Just ten minutes late, sir,' was the cool
• waiting for it, and made no remark on her help for it, I suppose. Here, take care of appearance. When the room got crowded, my bag, will you? I think I'll have a the little intruder felt more at her ease; walk in the town.' tbere was then less fear of detection, and At this point, Matty, seeing that the she decided that if she made the station a platform was gradually clearing, retreated frequent place of resort during the rest of into the waiting-room once more. She the winter, she would slip away every now had scarcely seated herself in her old place and then between the comings-in and by the fire, when the gentleman also engoings-out of the trains, that she might | tered. She drew a little on one side, so as run less chance of being found in the not to intrude herself on him as le stood waiting-room alone.
for a few moments warming himself, and The morning passed so happily that stirring up the coals with his boot. Mattie, who, child-like, bad no idea of 'No poker !' he muttered. "Well, who reserving her good things for the future, knows how we might abuse the privilege; could not resist, when the afternoon came, eh, little girl ?' turning suddenly upon turning her steps once again towards the Matty, his clear eyes scanning her rapidly station, though, as the weather had cleared, it might have been more prudent to leave Matty felt somehow as though she were the comfortable refuge for some worse day. being accused of something, and she looked Many people were flocking up to the en- down half frightened. But she was a towntrance-door as she drew near, so Matty bred child, and ready with her answers, so knew a train must be about to start, and she said: 'It's a niceish fire as 'tis, aw hurried in with the others.
thinks, sir.' amusing watching the proceedings on the ‘Oh, that's your opinion, is it?' he said platform; the bustle of the passengers; smiling. “So you wouldn't use the poker the loading and unloading of trucks; the if they allowed us one ?' getting-up of the steam, and the actual 'I durstn't,' was the truthful reply.
It was very
He laughed slightly. It seems fear is molested her in her pleasant retreat, the a very wholesome preventive in some cases. passengers went and came, and once a porWell, yood-bye, little woman'—and he was ter brought in a coal-scuttle and made up off.
the fire, but the room was fortunately full Matty sat thinking about him after he at the time, and Matty contrived to place was gone. He had a pleasant face and herself behind a group of women, so that smile, but she did not quite see the drift of she was sure he did not observe her. his remarks. One thing, however, was cer- The afternoon sped on, and Matty grew tain ; his manner towards herself had been drowsy: it would not do, however, to go kind and friendly, and Matty was not much to sleep; she might be found, and in that used to kindness and friendliness, and they case would be sure to be ordered off withimpressed her mind accordingly. Such out ceremony: so she kept pinching her cheery voice, too! Why couldn't her father cheeks and rubbing her eyes to keep herself and Jack speak so? But they were not awake. gentlemen, she reflected; and it was that, “Halloo!' cried a voice close to her. no doubt, which made the difference. Still Here still, little woman?' she had heard gay tones from people of her She started; but when she found it was own class, only, of course, not so soft and only the gentleman again, she felt easy, polished. There was Sam Cluckeo, the though the fright had thoroughly roused milk-boy, who had always a merry word for her. every one; but small wonder, considering And have you never gone away? Have the happy, easy life he led, riding about half you been here all this time?' he asked his time in a cart on springs. Once or wonderingly. “You are not travelling, are twiee he had given Matty “a lift,' as he you? I suppose, then, you come here for called it; and she looked back upon the the sake of the fire ?' rare treat as a thing almost too good to be Matty confessed the truth in some fear; repeated. And to pass on to the women but as question after question followed, his she knew. There was Mrs. Lane's sick gentle manner won her confidence, and he daughter at the bread-shop; what a kind soon knew as much of her history as our way she had with her! But then she had readers know. lots of books, and could sit and read by Poor child !' he said tenderly, and then the hour; and books contained wonderful he was silent for a minute or so, thinking stores of delight in Matty's opinion, though what he could do to help her. He had her actual knowledge on the subject was come from a long distance, and was travery limited, extending, indeed, scarcely velling some way further, so that there was further than to the primers of the infant- very little likelihood of his ever seeing her school she had attended before her mother
again; but the desolate condition in which died, and to the loose leaves in which she seemed to pass her days appealed the cheese and bacon had sometimes come urgently to his interest and pity, and he wrapped from the shop.
cast earnestly about in his mind for the So Matty dreamed on, and forgot all best means of doing her some effectual about her intention to slip away between service. the arrivals of the trains. But her forget
(To be continued.) fulness brought no ill results.
My son, let thine heart keep my commandments.'-Prov. iii. I.
*Write them upon the table of thine heart.' —Prov. vii. 3.
HAPPY the home, when God is there,
THE HAPPY HOME.
Happy the home, where prayer is heard And love fills every breast;
And praise is wont to rise; Where one their wish, and one their prayer,
, Where parents love the Sacred Word, And one their heavenly rest.
And live but for the skies. Happy the home, when Jesus' Name Lord, let us in our homes agree Is sweet to every ear,
This blessed peace to gain ; Where children early lisp His fame,
Unite our hearts in love to Thee, And parents hold Him dear.
And love to all will reign.
tune-telling was an invention of the devil, SUBAH TIIE GIPSY.
which an honest Christian should abhor. From the German.
One Sunday afternoon, while Herr von N the year 1665 there lived Haselhorst was with Pastor Boccatius, con
at Hermannsburg a Squire versing after the service, a gipsy ran to named Hans Christopher the Parsonage, and asked to speak to the von Haselhorst.
Pastor. When he came in, he said that the noted for the charity which gipsies had left behind in one of their enhe showed to every one, so
campments a boy of fifteen, who for the that he was, in the true sense last few months had been growing weaker
of the word, a father to the and weaker, and who now could go no furpoor; and in his noble efforts he was faith- ther with them. Since they had been fully assisted by his like-minded wife, taught by the Squire and Pastor, they no Anna Margaretha. With the pastor at Her- longer killed their sick and aged people, as mannsburg, Paulus Boccatius, the Squire they used to do; but they could not take lived in sincere friendship, and helped him this boy with them in the winter season, heartily in all his benevolent schemes. At and would the Pastor or the Squire have that time bands of gipsies wandered pity on him and receive him? They would throughout Germany. These strange people willingly leave him to them, even if he were partly feared by the inhabitants of should desire to be baptized.' the villages, and partly regarded with fa- Then the two gentlemen went at once vour; for though they begged and stole in with the gipsy to the encampment, where a shameless way, yet they were good tinkers they found a good farmer named Richardand fortune-tellers, too, and people could son, from the neighbouring village of Banot do without kettle-mending, and, sad to ven, already with the sick lad. say, they liked fortune-telling.
Subah,' for so the gipsy addressed the Squire Haselhorst and Pastor Boccatius boy, which of these three shall be thy often talked together about those strangers,
father?' and mourned over their heathen ignorance. Subah pointed to the Pastor, and said, Every time the gipsies came to the Squire's | My father with the book ;' then he pointed Court and to the Parsonage they were to the Squire, and said, 'My father with kindly treated. The two good men visited the sword;' and lastly, to the farmer, ' My thein also at their camp, and spoke to them father with the bread. All three took his of the Lord Jesus, and told them that even hand, and promised they would do for him for them the Saviour had shed His Blood. as he desired. And they faithfully kept At first it was difficult to gain a hearing their promise. The Pastor instructed him, from the gipsies; but gradually, love so the Squire protected him, and the farmer far won the victory, that they seemed fed him and took him into his house. pleased to listen quietly. One thing which Baven is only a quarter of a mile from greatly helped this was that the two gen- Hermannsbury, and thither the Pastor went tlemen would never let the gipsies tell their almost every day, sometimes alone, often fortunes, neither would they suffer their accompanied by the Squire, to teach the wives, children, or servants, to have their boy and pray with him. And the Lord told by them; explaining to them that for- gave a wonderful blessing to his instruc