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but he knew that by offering to do so he get rough words and blows for bringing in would hurt his friend's feelings, so he did so little after being out all day. not make the proposal.

Charlie's father and mother were dead, But now, as the old pastor had no longer and he would have been sent to the workeither wife or child, and his own wants house if the woman where they had lodged were easily satisfied, he began to think had not promised to keep him for two or about making the journey. And now, too, three shillings a-week, if he brought her his parish would not be left without a all he could earn by selling watercresses, pastor during his absence. So in the oranges, or whatever else was in season. month of May he started on his journey to On this day Charlie had been very unlucky; his distant friend. When he reached his every one had passed him by excepting one abode, the magistrate warmly welcomed or two children, who had spent a few cophis old friend.

pers — only fivepence altogether was in his That first evening was spent in telling pocket, after trudging about since morning to each other the joyful and painful events

ents with the basket of oranges, which seemed of their lives. The venerable pastor forgot so heavy now he was tired. the fatigue which the long and wearisome When he reached home his heart beat journey had caused him. It was not till with fear as he opened the door. midnight had passed that the friends *Well,' said a woman's sharp voice, thought of going to rest. They separated what have you got?' with a hearty good night. Pastor Segbert Only fivepence,' said poor Charlie, retired to his comfortable chamber; be tremblingly.

tremblingly. Well he might tremble, for a read, as was his wont, the Word of God; heavy blow fell upon his head. then he prayed his evening prayer, and did • Oh, don't! dont !' he cried. I can't not forget his lost, his prodigal son. Then help it, I 1he went to bed, and was soon asleep.

• Don't talk to me!' screamed the woman, (To be continued.)

as she snatched the coppers from him.

• I'll not be bothered with you any longer; TAKEN HOME.

I've had enough of it. It's always the same TREET LAMPS and the tale. So now you may take yourself off!' gas in the shop-windows Charlie, too frightened to speak, hoped were lighted - night had that. Nancy' was only angry and would not come with its stars and its really drive him away, for it was better to keen, sharp wind, and poor be with her than to be wandering about little Charlie Davis shivered the streets with nowhere to go to. in his ragged clothes, as he Angry at his hesitation, the womali turned his weary footsteps seized the boy by the arm, and opening towards the miserable place the door pushed him out into the court as which he called "home. Once she exclaimed, There! I've often said

in a while he stopped to look you should go; now I'll keep to it. Don't in at the hot pies and cakes, or at the ham you let me see you here again!' and beef, for which his hungry mouth was Poor Charlie! out ke went, along the ! longing, but he dared not spend one of his streets, which were not so crowded now, for hard-earned pennies; as it was, he would the hour was late: he did not know where

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he was going, neither did he care, but he “You are ill, my boy; have you been just wandered on and on until at last he

very miserable ?' found he was at Waterloo Bridge, and then Oh, yes, more miserable than any one he sank down in a dark corner, feeling sick in the world, moaned Charlie. and giddy from hunger and weariness, until • Poor child! will you like to die, to go to he fell asleep and forgot his misery for a the bright Home of our Father in Heaven?' little while.

“Yes-no-- I'm afraid,' murmured CharNot for long: all of a sudden Charlie lie. “I'd like to die and go to mother, but was roused by the glare from the bull's I've been wicked, and wicked people go to eye of a lantern thrown full in his face, hell; mother said so.' and he heard a policeman's voice ordering . But you are sorry, my boy?' him to move off '— he must not stop there. Charlie nodded feebly, and tears filled

Wearily Charlie moved on, so cold, so his eyes. All that his dead mother had hungry; he was thinking of his mother, told him of God and Heaven was coming did she know all about him now? Oh, if back to his mind then, and he remembered he could but die and go to her!

how many things he had done since she left He could not walk very far: once again him, which made him afraid and sorry now. hę sank down on a door-step in a quiet Now say after me, “0 Jesus, take street, and there, when the day was break- pity on me: I am very sorry for my sins. ing, a woman found him, and her voice Wash them all away in Thy precious blood, awoke him as she asked what he was doing and forgive me for not being a better boy. " there and why he didn't go home. Her Charlie repeated the words feebly, and

but her face was kind, and then he listened as the clergyman told him she looked so pityingly at the boy as she of the Saviour Who had died on the Cross bent over him, that he was not afraid, that his sins might be pardoned, and that and he would have told her his tale only his soul might live for ever in Heaven. he felt dizzy and strange, and could not re- After that Charlie never knew whether member it all — poor Charlie's night in he lay there hours or moments, he only the street had been more than his little knew that he felt no pain or care, and those starving body could bear.

who watched him thought he was only The next thing he knew was that he was sleeping when his weary little spirit was at lying on a little iron bedstead, with a blan- last set free. ket over him; it was a poor, dirty room, That day Nancy had looked for him, rebut the kind woman's face was there: she penting of her harshness; but she could saw that Charlie was dying, and she had hear nothing of him. For many a day and carried him to her own home. A strange night his pale, weary face haunted her, his feeling came over Charlie; his hands were frightened look as she had driven him out, hot and his eyes heavy, and he ached as and she determined to treat him better if much as if Nancy had been beating him : he should return. But God had taken pity some one came in then, a gentleman with on Charlie; the snow covered his grave, and a quiet step and voice, who knelt by the the silent stars shone down on it by night, bedside for a moment and then sat down but the boy's soul had joined the band of on the only chair in the room, close by the children in Paradise through the love of dying boy.

Jesus, Who had taken him Home.

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