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the sick boy till his mother's fate should be SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE

known: there was no objection made, and COULD.'

she ran home to find Stephen Chipps, (Continued from p. 59.)

whistling and merry, in the alley.
HE bells for evening service Good morning, miss: you wanted me,

chimed out, ceased and they said.
chimed again, as the people “Yes, Stephen,' said Bertha, smiling.
trooped out of the doors in *You are my only friend in Widebridge,
the twilight, and still she and I wanted to consult you.'
sat by little Tim's bedside. The boy of fourteen reddened with plea-
She thought him asleep, sure, and Bertha went on to tell him of

but when she softly rose Tim Haig, adding, 'I want you to help me he clutched her dress. Please sing again,' to get him to Mooreside ; it is seven miles he asked; the first song, Janie's hymn.' off, I know, and this is not the day for the

Bertha crept away, feeling as if she must carrier's cart.' keep little Tim out of the workhouse.

Can he walk?' said Stephen. She had passed a strange Easter Sunday, Very little,' said Bertha. and even in her prayers little Tim's face Stephen mused awhile. I'll manage it, would come before her, shutting out for a he said. “It's all right, miss : we'll get him time that shining angel face which she there. It's Bill Long's donkey-cart I'm could always picture now as little Janie's. thinking of; we were all going for an out When she fell asleep the two seemed one, in it, and they meant to go to Stoneley and when she woke at dawn her mind was Dykes, which is more than half way to made up: the boy with Janie's smile must Mooreside, and when they stop I'll manage not be given up to the tender mercies of to carry him on.'

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resolving the while what to do. Easter Stephen,' said Bertha, and I will pay Monday though it was, she had no holiday, them.' so she had no time to lose. Mr. and Mrs. * All right, miss,' said Stephen again; Steele were going out for the day with the 6 and now I'll run and get my breakfast and elder children, the shop would be shut, but see the Longs,' and off went the boy, whistMiss Moore was needed to look after the ling more gaily than ever. younger ones.

Bertha went across the road to her boy, She first visited a house in a neighbour- to break the news to him. He was fondling ing street where Mr. Steele's shop-boy lived, a poor caged lark which some one had given a good-tempered orphan lad, to whom she him, and he eagerly asked to take it with had shown a little kindness now and then. him. He was in bed, taking the first part of his Bertha consented. 'If they don't like holiday there; she left a message that he it in the hospital you can let it go free, should come to her room when he was up.

Tim,' she said; it will be in the green Then she went to the workhouse and had country, where it was born.' an interview with the officials.

Bertha was not expected to be at the She said that she was a neighbour. of Steeles till ten o'clock, so she had time to Mrs. Haig's, and wished to take charge of wrap the boy in her warmest shawl and see

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his 'It's all right.' The old form of speech, * It's all right,' he said again; they'll but most satisfactory to Bertha. take us to Stoneley, and Wright and Norman The cart jolted him a deal, but he was —they're friends of mine-are going to see so pleased with the country; and we carried us safe to Mooreside .... No, Miss Bertha, him from Stoneley, slung in your shawl, Miss they don't want anything, and it's just as Moore.' good an out as anywhere else.'

• But did they take him in at once?' For Bertha was pressing some of her little asked Bertha. “And who did you see ?' store of shillings on the lad. He would not They read your note, miss, and talked take them. All she could do was to run a bit, and looked at Tim, and they said down and purchase half a dozen meat pies But I've a note,' said Stephen, fumbling in at the cookshop round the corner for the his pocket. "I never was much of a hand party. And then she gave Stephen a letter at telling about things.' addressed, To the Cottage Hospital, Moore- The note said that poor little Tim's form side, from Bertha Moore,' and Stephen care- of entrance into the Cottage Hospital was fully poeketed it, and then went off to carry not regular, but considering his sad case, Tim downstairs.

and the person who recommended him, and The boy was in high spirits, for he who pledged herself to pay the small weekly looked on going to an hospital as to a sort sum demanded, he should be permitted to of earthly paradise; nay, almost a heavenly remain. one, for, as it happened, all of good the poor And now Bertha had no lack of hopeful child ever learned had been in the ward of

thoughts to buoy her up in solitary hours. an hospital. The donkey-cart already held She could think of little Tim safe and happy, a holiday party, but, loud and boisterous as in sight of the Chestnut Farm; in sight, too, they seemed, they made room for poor, pale of that dearer spot still, the quiet green bed Tim amongst them, and Bertha saw that, as where father, mother, and Janie slept. far as kind feeling could manage it, Tim

(To be continued.) would not suffer on the journey. He smiled her a farewell as the cart jolted

AN EVENING PRAYER. . off,—Janie's smile, she thought.

Bless Thy little lamb to-night: day.

Through the darkness be Thou near me, • She's all right when the big ones are Watch my sleep till morning light. away,' said little Marmaduke and Emme

All this day Thy hand has led me, line Steele to each other; “it was fun trying

And I thank Thee for Thy care ; to catch her round the garden, and she

Thou hast clothed me, warmed me, fed me; knows such a lot of stories.'

Listen to my evening prayer. 'I think she likes us best,' said Marmaduke; 'Sophia and Adelaide are so stuck Let my sins be all forgiven, up.'

Bless the friends I love so well; Yes, Bertha's heart beat to a happier Take me when I die to Heaven, tune to-day than it had done for a long Happy there with Thee to dwell. while; she was doing what she could.

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she gazed too eagerly at the forbidden fruit;

the desire to taste grew stronger and stronger FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

upon her as she lingered and looked: at And when the woman saw that the tree was good

last one little quick hand was raised, and for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, . . . she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat.'—Gen. iii. 6. a dainty piece of crystallised orange was

HE table was laid for dinner — laid transferred from the épergne to her mouth.

with extra care and nicety, and It was all over in a moment - the first decked with choice flowers and tastefully wrong step--and then the poor trespasser garnished dishes of fruit; for company was rushed on blindly; the spirit of evil was expected, and six o'clock was not very far repelled no more. Scarcely a dish with oft. Little Eva Clare had stolen softly which she dared to meddle without fear of into the dining-room to get a glimpse of detection was left untouched, and it was the pretty show, and as she gazed admir- only at the approach of footsteps that Eva ingly at the heavy clusters of grapes with paused to think, and started back in terror the delicate bloom still upon them, at the at what she had done. crystallised plums and pink-sugared cakes, ‘You here, miss!' said John. And she found herself wishing that the clock on haven't we a pretty set-out ?' the mantel-shelf would not tick so slowly, Very pretty, Eva answered, as well as but that the time for dessert would hasten her full mouth would let her; and then she itself. It was of no use to be impatient, crept out of the room nervously, and passed however; nurse was busy with baby and upstairs to the nursery with a strange would not hear of dressing her yet, even if weight upon her spirits. She no longer that would have done any good. Dear,

cared much about being dressed; the prosdear! only half-past five! And then, after pect of dessert had lost its charm; she the company arrived, there were still all the shrank from the thought of being kindly relong courses of dinner to be gone through ceived by her parents and their guests, and before she and her little brother would be having all sorts of good things piled upon allowed to come downstairs. Now her

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her plate: she was ashamed of her greediturned from the time-piece once again to ness, and miserable at the thought of her the table; the splendour of the hot-house deceit. How could she have been so mein flowers chained them but for a moment, and silly as to take slily what would so soon then they rested anew and with increased be given to her! longing on the inviting sweets and fruit. • Well, Miss Eva, I never knew you stand

Eva was not, perhaps, a specially greedy so still before to be dressed,' said nurse. child; but what little girl or boy is alto- And what's become of your tongue, I gether indifferent to attractions such as wonder? Why, you're as grave as though those spread out so alluringly in this you were going to a funeral!' little girl's sight? It is not wrong to like Eva blushed, and tried to assume her nice things, but if we suffer our liking to usual manner, but the effort failed entirely lead us into temptation, then the fear comes And it was the same at dessert. that the temptation may be too powerful Where's my little chatterbox?' asked for us, and that wrong-doing may begin. her father. • Will she come to life again

So little Eva stayed longer at the table when all these grapes are disposed of? than was safe for her; like the first Eve, No grapes, thank you,' said Eva, pushing

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